The orgasm, when it finally came, was long, thunderous, and earth-shattering. It seemed to go on forever and ever, and even as the pleasurable paroxysm began to dissipate, the mare who been its victim shuddered and ground her hips to keep the delicious aftershocks flowing. Obligingly, mare’s owner gave a small twitch of her power, and the devilish devices she had used to drive and then bind the mare to her flowed into life again.

“Wonderful, isn’t it,” murmured Chrysalis, Celestia’s head pillowed on her lap as the solar alicorn rolled into another orgasm. “Isn’t it good to give in, to surrender, to acknowledge that you are owned?”

“Yes,” gasped Celestia, neck arching as her peak of pleasure struck. This time the orgasm went on for minutes as Chrysalis deliberately kept the magical cocks inside of her captive from slowing down or stopping.

“Who owns you?” Chrysalis asked, when at long last Celestia’s body was still again.

“You do, my Owner,” was Celestia’s reply, feeling the metal circle of the eternal collar around her throat. “You do.”

“Indeed I do, though it took you far longer than I thought it would for you to acknowledge it,” Chrysalis noted, tapping her whip gently against a snow white cheek. “And now for the true test. What is your name?”

“My name… “ Celestia began, pausing as she braced herself for the pain that was about to come. “Is Celestia.”

A pause.

“Wait, I said my name,” commented the alicorn, confused. “Your bridle is supposed to prevent that. I shouldn’t be able to say my name. It’s supposed to make me call myself ‘Toy’.”

Celestia ended her ramble with a gasp of surprise and dread as she realized that she had said the trigger that her bridle was waiting, for so that it could break her mind and reduce her to nothing more than the plaything of her arch-nemesis. Seconds ticked by in silence as Celestia waited in horrific anticipation of a mind shattering surge of magic. An anticipation which slowly turned to outrage as nothing happened and continued to not happen.

“What the devil are you playing at, Chrysalis?” demanded Celestia, outrage growing into anger. “I said your actual name that time! What in the name of Tartarus is going on?”

Now truly angered, Celestia tried to surge up out of Chrysalis’s lap. Only to find that the changeling monarch’s grip on her reins could not be broken, and that no matter what else had changed, Celestia’s body was still harnessed, hobbled and penetrated.

“Stop,” Chrysalis commanded, and her voice froze Celestia in mid-thrash. “Still your body and lay your head back down.”

The alicorn princess’ eyes went wide as her body obeyed automatically, softly lowering itself back to its former restful position.

“Chrysalis,” Celestia asked, voice full of dread, “what have you done to me?”

“Conditioned you to obey me, as your rightful Owner,” Chrysalis explained. “Do you remember what I told you when I gave you the copies we had made of Sombra’s breaking bridles?”

“That you couldn’t use the love of ponies who had been broken by them,” Celestia recalled. “That the bridles were useless to you.”

“Not quite,” corrected the verdant haired creature. “I told you that they tasted bad, and the bridles spoiled the flavour. So, with that in mind, what made you think I would put something like that on you?”

“To destroy me, I assumed,” Celestia replied, thinking a moment. “You certainly hate me enough to.”

“Wrong,” Chrysalis responded, tapping Celestia hard enough with the whip to make her captive flinch a bit. “Why would I destroy my greatest food source? Try again.”

“But isn’t Cadance your biggest food source?” the bound pony asked, trying to work out what her captor was guiding her towards. “You even call her, ‘The Princess of Food’.”

“You forget I had Cadance as my captive for weeks,” Chrysalis noted, gliding her forehoof down along her toy’s throat to play with the enchanted silver circle bound there. “She was ‘Mine’, in body and spirit. I know her better than she knows herself. Her fears, her joys, her lusts and above all, I know how much she is loved. And news flash, she isn’t the most loved pony in Equestria. You are.”

“Me?” Celestia asked, moving her head enough to earn a warning glance from her Owner. “I know my ponies respect me, but love? Twilight and her friends—”

“On day, maybe,” Chrysalis allowed, giving a nod of approval as Celestia lay her head fully back down. “But until then, you are the greatest source of food for my changelings, and my greatest priority is, and always will be making sure my children do not starve.”

“And if you destroyed my mind, my ponies would feel only sadness and pity for me,” the alicorn reasoned. “I wouldn’t be as… nutritious.”

“Exactly,” Chrysalis replied, taking a moment to bend down and graze her fangs along her alicorn’s jawline, feeding on enough of the love there to draw a shuddering gasp from Celestia. “But, if instead of destroying you. I bind you to me with pleasure and conditioning, and then send you back…”

“Then my ponies will still love me as much as they did before, and I’ll be compelled to allow you to feed on me regularly,” Celestia panted, recovering herself. “Why wouldn’t I tell Luna, or Twilight, if she ever fully recovers from what her bridle did to her? They could undo what you’ve done in seconds.”

“Because, I’ve taught you that obedience to me is pleasure. That being fed upon leads to orgasms unlike anything you’ve ever known,” Chrysalis countered, a triumphant smile on her face. “Plus, for as long as this state between us is maintained, I will never have any reason to invade Equestria or threaten any of your subjects. Pleasure for you, food for my children, safety for Equestria. Everyone wins.”

“And all I have to do is wear your collar and obey when you pull on the reins,” Celestia summed up. “I accept your terms. So long as they do not include meddling in Equestria’s day to day affairs.”

“Oh no,” Chrysalis chuckled. “I have no intention of doing anything that might disrupt your governance and undermine any of your ponies confidence in you. If anything, I want you to rule wisely and well, making Equestria as good a place as possible for your subjects.”

“Because that would increase the love they have for me,” Celestia added, before asking, “May I ask a question?”

“Go right ahead, my Toy,” Chrysalis answered, noting with pleasure how Celestia clenched her nethers at the name.

“Why all this?” Celestia queried. “Why the harness, the whipping, the training. Why those damned, accursed dildos— which I should note are still twitching away inside me. Why not just come out and ask me to be fed on in exchange for Equestria’s safety?”

“Because changelings do not beg,” Chrysalis stated, and for a moment Celestia’s reins were very, very taut indeed. “What we cannot steal through stealth, we take by force. And you cannot deny that I’ve conquered you.”

“You cheated,” was Celestia’s cheeky reply, daring to smirk slightly at her owner.

“Of course I cheated,” laughed Chrysalis. “I was up against a nigh-immortal alicorn with the power to move the sun itself. My only hope was to cheat, and I’ll have you know that years of planning went into making this moment a reality. Years of studying you, your students, your habits… and your noted celibacy.”

Celestia’s blush was like the rising of the sun.

“And even with all that, it took the arrival of Sombra and the Valiente Crisis, to catalyze the ingredients that would make it all possible,” Chrysalis concluded. “And before you ask, yes. I did consider breaking you completely once I found out about the bridles. Of reducing you to nothing more than an animal, fit only to be a beast of burden, knowing nothing more than the need to obey.”

“Thank you for that,” Celestia responded. “I’d like to think that Equestria would carry on without me, but I’m glad that it doesn’t have to find out.”

It was at that moment that a drone slung into the room, a scroll held in its green magic.

“I said that I was to be left alone unless something earth shattering was going on!” Chrysalis yelled, dropping her subject to its knees through the power of her voice alone.

“R-r-report for our spies in Canterlot,” the creature offered, both voice and scroll shaking. “They bypassed the regular methods and used the emergency system.”

“The emergency system? But that’s for… “ trailed off the changeling monarch’s voice before snapping back into focus again. “Give me that!”

“Y-yes, my Queen,” stuttered the drone, running for the exit as Chrysalis ripped the scroll away to herself and began to read the contents.

“What is it?” Celestia asked, very conscious of the sudden tension and the muttered, “damn” from the one holding her reins.

“As the old saying goes, ‘I have good news, and I have bad news’,” began Chrysalis, frustrated amusement in her voice. “The good news is that it seems Twilight Sparkle has had a breakthrough and is fully recovered from the effects of the Chained Moon bridle. The bad news is that she and Luna appear to have gone to war against each other.”

“Everypony, get yourselves out of here,” Twilight Sparkle yelled, her credible imitation of the Royal Canterlot Voice shaking the walls. “This is between me and Luna.”

“No, it is not,” answered a voice from outside the hole. “This is between the Mistress of the Night and her very naughty pet.”

In punctuation of the words a lash of pure midnight materialized behind Twilight and slashed a line of cold fire across both of her buttocks.

“Hrngh,” grunted Twilight, before dispelling the lash even as it lined up for another chastising strike. “That’s the last time you will ever touch me without my permission.”

“Oh really?” Luna asked, stepping back into the banquet hall through the hole she had made on her way out. “I think by the time this night is over you will lie at my feet, begging for my touch.”

Twilight paused for a moment, her heart sinking as she saw that her friend Luna, the Princess of the Night, had changed and shifted into a very close amalgam of what she had looked like as Nightmare Moon. Taller, stronger, with a coat of purest black that was overlain by sweeping silver armor that both protected the Mistress of the Night and enhanced the glamour of her supernatural beauty.

“Oh Luna,” Twilight breathed, summoning into being her own armor of light gold as she spoke. “What happened to you?”

“I realized where my true destiny lies, dearest Pet,” Luna answered, magic flowing out of her to envelop each of Twilight’s erotically bound friends, sending them into paroxysms of helpless pleasure. “To bind Equestria to my will, to control every pony with pleasure and joy, to subjugate them to my desires. To be the Mistress of the Night in more than just name.”

“And if a pony happens to not want to do what you want?” demanded Twilight, trying not to growl as she was called “Pet” yet again. “What then? Are you just going to enslave them, LIKE YOU HAVE MY FRIENDS?”

“Why dearest Pet,” Mistress Night soothed, “They may have struggled at first, but now all they want is to serve my pleasure, at my pleasure. Isn’t that right, my Elements of Ecstacy?”

The caressing, teasing, titillating magic that was sweeping over Twilight’s friends bunched over their heads and deftly dispersed the bits and gags that had been keeping them from saying anything beyond moans, even as it kept working the copies of Luna’s shaft in them.

“Y-yes Mis—tress,” gasped Fluttershy, body shuddering under the attention it was receiving. “M-more please.”

“Ah-ah-Ah’ll be good,” cried Applejack, limbs straining against the cuffs holding them close to her body as yet another orgasm rolled through the earth pony. “Ah’ll be good.”

“Best party ever,” croaked Pinkie Pie, after the cock gag was pulled out from her maw. “More frosting please.”

“Epiiiic,” groaned Rainbow Dash, grinding her hips against the shaft pounding into her. “So epic.”

“No… “ whispered Rarity, a sigh against the loud declarations of the others.

“What?” Mistress Night asked, turning her attention to her first conquest. “What do you mean, ‘No’? I am your Owner, and your Mistress. By your own hoof and will you gave yourself to me. It was your actions that helped me understand my true nature, and now you dare say, ‘Nay’ to me?”

“Ponies are allowed to change their minds,” Twilight stated, as she made sure the hall cleared of bystanders. “It’s called ‘free will’.”

“Once a pony bears my collar, their will is no longer free,” replied the Mistress of the Night, pushing a little more of her power into the defiant, though mewling, white mare. “Her will is mine, as is her body and both her souls.”

“N-no,” Rarity cried out, louder this time. “W-we t-trusted you… to be g-good… n-not to be… another S-sombra.”

“Another…” began Twilight, her voice trailing off as a terrible thought occurred to her. A moment, and a quick scrying spell revealed the truth to her, even as what Luna had become dragged Rarity to her by her leash. “Oh Luna… I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, I see,” the jet black alicorn commented idly, once it had drawn the gasping unicorn to her. “Valiente wishes to remain just as she is, bound to my will. But you, Rarity, are having misgivings despite the fact that you willingly bound yourself to me. Even threw yourself at me to be caught in my hooves and my chains.”

“A lady… is allowed to change her mind,” Rarity replied, struggling to form the words against the sensations in her body and the humming pleasure of her mental twin.

“A lady, yes. But not a slave. Not a bondsmare,” declared Rarity’s mistress. “And certainly not a pony who is my personal, delicious, writhing, property.”

A needle fine line of destructive magic seared between the two, neatly severing the chain leash holding Rarity in place.

“No pony owns another,” countered Twilight, her horn still sheathed in power and watching in satisfaction as the Mistress of the Night turned her attention from Rarity to Twilight. “No pony has the right to force another to give their body to them. Not you, not me, and certainly not Erebros Sombra.”

“I am not Sombra,” argued Mistress Night. “I am not an agent of fear, nor do I make ponies fight each other as he did. I am an agent of love and desire, and I bind ponies to me in unbreakable chains of ecstasy. Mind and body both.”

As if on cue, or perhaps exactly on cue, Rainbow Dash stood up. The tight orange harness that was bound to her flexing and pressing against every erogenous spot on the pegasus’ lean athletic frame.

“Come on, Twi,” sighed Rainbow Dash, the spooned bit hanging from one side of her bridle. “Ya gotta try this. It’s like the best thing ever.”

“What are you doing to them?” Twilight demanded, as the rest of her harnessed and bridle friends began to stand up.

“I bound their bodies with straps and chains and then filled them with my essence” explained Mistress Night. “So now, their hearts and minds are bound to me as well. Say hello to ‘Desire’, one of my Elements of Ecstasy.”

“You’re just like Sombra, if not him reborn again somehow,” Twilight stated coldly. “This is exactly what he did. It’s mind control.”

“Not if our Mistress gives us something we want,” Fluttershy responded, her blue collar so tight that Twilight could see it flex as the pegasus spoke and moved. “She gives us joy, and all she asks is that we surrender to her. Give in. Surrender, Twilight. Submit.”

“Well said, ‘Submission’. Know that your mistress is pleased with you,” Mistress Night praised, causing the Fluttershy to blush slightly.

“Y’all can call me ‘Wanton’,” proclaimed the pony that had been Applejack, still wearing cuffs on her fetlocks, but with their connecting chains gone. “So, Mistress. Ya want us to hogtie this rebellious little filly of yours, or what?”

“What say you, ‘Euphoria’?” asked the ebony black alicorn, her own tail flagging in lustful anticipation of what was to come. “Do you also wish to aid me in binding your naughty friend back to my side?”

“Yupperoni,” agreed the former party pony, pulling a very long length of rope licorice from her mane and coiling it in preparation for use. “Just say the word, Mistress and it’s ‘Twilight gets bound and gagged time.’ I’ve got a jawbreaker that would fit just right in her mouth.”

“Damn you,” Twilight cursed, charging her horn. Fighting Luna in her current form would be bad enough, but having to fight against four of her friends as well would be an order of magnitude harder. So Twilight made a last attempt at reason.

“Luna, this isn’t you. You’ve got to see that, just like I can. I can see Sombra’s mind magic all through you,” Twilight said, begging her friend to see reason. “He must have touched you with it at some point when we fought him in the Badlands. It’s been slowly changing you, corrupting you. Making you think you have the right to take ponies and change them, like he did.”

“Like he did?” purred the Mistress of the Night. “No, no, no, my former and soon-to-be Pet. Sombra only wanted to create fear. He wanted only mindless slaves whose only thought was to praise him even as they died in his name. I wish to create ecstatic joy, and love in my subjects.”

“Equestria already has a Princess of Love,” Twilight reminded her foe, even as her mention of the fourth alicorn princess brought a chilling question to her mind.

“Ah yes, you are likely wondering where your brother and his wife are just now,” commented the black alicorn, her pleased smile delighting in the words. “A touch of ‘Aphro’ in their wine, combined with a bit of stamina potion. Come the dawn, the two of them will likely still be rutting each other through a sexual encounter the bards will sing sonnets of for decades to come.”

“I’m going to put a stop to this,” Twilight growled, planning to englobe her friends first in an unbreakable sphere, before striking at Luna with a beam of ice magic to freeze her in place.

“Say the word Mistress,” offered Wanton, a glowing hoof cuff in front of her. “We’ll have her trussed up right and proper for ya.”

“No need, Wanton,” demurred her owner, “One of my other worshipers will take on this task.”

Twilight’s mind froze for a moment as she tried to work out who it was that Luna meant, before her questions were answered by a sudden weight on her back, and the emptying sensation of her magic leaving her due to the presence of a blocker ring appearing on her horn.

“Please do not fight, Lady Hammer,” asked Yowl-E, the Diamond Dog master of arms now astride Twilight, his rear legs tightly clamping Twilight’s wings to her side. “Surrender to our goddess, she will be kind to you, as she was to us.”

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