A soft whispering flowed through Twilight's ears. A subtle, quiet sound, that flowed into, out of, and around her. She didn't want to get up. Spike would get the door for a few more minutes, and she needed to rearrange the bookcases again today, which she always looked forward to. It was so cold in her tree house, she needed to get a central heating system of some sort. Twilight went to pull the covers up around her shivering body, and discovered to her slight annoyance that her hands wouldn't move. What could have-

Twilight gasped into full consciousness and immediately groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. Her head pounded like a steel drum, her mouth was parched and chapped. What had happened? Where was she? Slowly the memories returned to her, as if drifting slowly out of a fog. She groaned again at her stupidity and lack of self control, she couldn't work up enough energy for proper self-loathing, and the headache made it too difficult to concentrate on any one thought for very long. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and then blinked with confusion. Her thoughts came slowly, breaking off into incoherent fragments most of the time before her taxed mind could even acknowledge them.

Dark... cold... spells... need... need something...

She weakly struggled to move her arm again, and found that she could move everything below her wrist, but not her hand itself. Any significance this may have had was lost on her stupefied brain, and she merely stared numbly, mouth open, into the darkness of whatever place she was currently imprisoned in. It was pitch black here. Eyes open or closed, it made no difference. She couldn't even see her nose, if she'd had enough presence of mind to try and focus on looking at her nose. She knew something was wrong, she shouldn't be here for some reason, she should be somewhere else. Her tree house? No, that was gone. Her palace? No, she had left there with... what's his face... Knight something. She felt that nor remembering his name was bad. Struggling to form complete thoughts, Twilight instinctively took inventory of herself.

Despite apparently being suspended only by her hands, she felt no pain in her arms as she would if she were dangling freely, she was really cold though. Twilight shifted her body and found that she could move unrestrained everywhere except her hands and feet, allowing her pretty much only to wriggle around aimlessly. She shifted backwards slightly, and felt her bare back and the base of her wings grind against some sort of stone. She hissed at the sharp cold contact between exposed flesh and the icy...wall, floor, ceiling? There was no way to know, too dark. As more of Twilight's mind drifted out from the pounding haze of pain, she began to worry about her situation, and in a few minutes (or what she assumed was minutes) she was theorizing.

She'd obviously been captured. But by whom? For what? Had they taken Knight too? As she thought of Knight she once again recalled her shameful display of disobedience that had no doubt led to this whole affair, and this time she was up to hating herself. If she hadn't been so stupid maybe she could have stopped whatever was happening before it had started. What was happening actually? She was naked for some reason. Were they searching for valuables in her clothing? Good luck to whoever tried that, she never wore jewelry. She now possessed the wherewithal to blush furiously at the thought that some unknown assailant had stripped her while she was unconscious, and her blood froze as she considered the thought that they may have... had their way with her. How would she know? Would she even be able to tell a difference? Why was she thinking about that of all things?

Okay, calm down Twilight. You've been in... well maybe not worse, but at least similar situations to this. You need to focus on getting out of here for now, and that means not worrying about anything else.

Twilight took a deep breath to calm herself, and just when she started to feel a little courage in her veins, she felt the very air around her tremble.

Kaiscillius, of course, could see perfectly. Even here, in the dungeons of the Castle of the Two Sisters, where no light had touched for centuries unnumbered, darkness bowed before him. He strode confidently between the large pillars that supported an ancient and crumbling roof. The cracked and split stone floor nearly shattered against his weight as he moved through the dungeon's stale air. Luckily for him this had been one of the few areas of the castle that was large enough to support his size in his true form. Ahead of him lay his prize, whom he'd allowed to collect herself for a moment before beginning his work. It was never any fun if they didn't struggle at first, when their minds were to exhausted from magical expenditure to even resist his advances. It was certainly useful when he had to be quick about it, but it wasn't fun. And he had many fun plans for this one, it was rare he got his claws on so delicious a prize as an alicorn, and he would not waste the opportunity.

She lay ahead of him, her lithe frame displayed perfectly against one of the long, grey stone walls that made up the dungeon. She looked beautiful cloaked in a darkness that only his eyes could penetrate. Her pale lavender skin stretched smoothly over the full curves and soft muscle of her stomach and hips. Her arms were stretched above her to either side, bearing her large, soft breasts to his greedy eyes. She was held in place by his magical restraints so that she could squirm under his attentions, but never truly escape him. Her slender neck gave way to an adorably confused face, her lips looked so smooth and perfect in the darkness... in his darkness.

You know... Kaiscillius thought as he stalked slowly towards his ripe new plaything, I could used to this place.

Twilight shuddered as lights appeared in the darkness. She should have rejoiced that she could at least see something, but it was the way the lights moved. The way they danced and called to her, it made her wary, unwilling to trust them as they erratically flickered on and off . She became nervous as they drew closer, and she heard no noise. There was only a great rush of air, as if something very large was displacing it all very quickly. As the lights drew closer still, she realized that they were not turning on and off, merely moving about. They flowed and rippled in amazing patterns across... something. The random movement of the points made it difficult to pick out a defined shape in the pitch blackness. There were, however, six points far above her that did not shift of swirl. And then they began to lower, smoothly, in one motion, and she realized that they were eyes.

Oh sweet Celestia help me...

Twilight whimpered and squirmed backward against the stone wall that held her, squeezing her eyes shut, desperate for some means of escape as the swirling maelstrom of lights drew closer. She had no idea what this creature was, or its purpose in being here. Surely her captors would not have gone through the trouble of stringing her up if they were just going to let her be eaten by some wild beast?

She mewled in terror as she felt cold breath flow across her skin, raising goosebumps all over her body. She opened her eyes slowly and gasped at the brilliance in front of her. She now recognized what she had once thought merely specks as actual stars, with whirling galaxies and nebulae rippling this way and that before her. Whatever creature that held the heavens bound to its skin was so large that the dazzling array filled every inch of her vision. And at the center of it all, were six wondrous orbs. She gazed into them, her mind completely entertained in trying to puzzle out the infinite spiraling complexity of the creature's eyes, wondering in awe at the incredible nature of its very existence. She was no longer very afraid, for it did not seem to be hostile, and the scientist in her had come forth, and she was one who would stand in front of the legions of Tartarus to take notes on the anatomical structure of the demons that composed it.

"What are you?" she asked in awe, turning her head and delighting as the points of light in the creature's eyes shifted to a different perspective, as if she were actually gazing at the image through many dozens of mirrors rather than straight into them.

"What am I? Well, I don't really know. What are you?"

Twilight shrieked and jerked against her restraints as a voice as deep and thunderous as the high seas boomed from naught but a few feet in front of her. Her ears rang and her headache pounded strongly in protest as she reeled from the cacophonous sound.

"Would (ow) you mind speaking a little (mmf) teensy bit quieter please?" She asked, shaking her head to clear it.

The eyes drew backwards, and she felt almost slightly saddened to see them pull away, before the creature asked,

"Is this better?" In a much more reasonable, though still quite voluble, voice. When she could actually hear it, rather than be blindsided by it, it was quite lovely. Elegant and sonorous, lilting and deep in its patterns. It spoke as if language were music, and its voice a perfectly tuned instrument, instilling a need to pay attention to every word spoken, lest you miss part of the song.

"Much better, thank you. I admit, I didn't expect to find so well mannered a..."

"Gentlecolt."

"Gentlecolt down here in these..."

"Dungeons."

"Dungeons that we're in!" So, she was in a dungeon. Where? The Castle of the Two Sisters? And who was this male speaking to her? A guard? A fellow prisoner?

"I suppose I should warn you," her new acquaintance said in a bored voice, which still was the most interesting voice she'd ever heard, "that if you try to escape, I will be the one to catch you. Not that you'd want to escape, knowing what you'll do you probably don't ever want to leave here again."

She stared at the creature confused. What was she going to do? Of course she wanted to get out, Equestria could be in danger! How long had she been unconscious, had she missed something important?

The creature leaned back down to her, and it soothed her to look into its eyes again, to focus on them instead of worries she could do nothing to fix.

"You get to stay here with me. I promise you we'll have an amazing time. Together, alone in the darkness..." This time the creature whispered, and it sent shivers down Twilight's spine at the dark tone it used. She wasn't opposed to it though, she might be able to convince this thing to be her friend, and then she could get out of here. All she had to do was excel at... whatever it was that the thing wanted to do together.

Twilight squeaked as she felt something smooth, warm, and thick slowly coil around her midsection. She quickly glanced down, and saw a fourth set of eyes winding around her, disappearing behind her back before circling around to her front. It felt wonderful to be warmed so. Especially after the cold embrace of stone, and the grip was surprisingly gentle. That did not stop Twilight from squirming in vain against the encircling head of the creature.

It must be some sort of hydra, even as she was possibly facing her final moments, Twilight analyzed her situation, attempting to figure out just what the creature was, why it was doing what it was doing, but it possesses an unmatched intelligence for one of its species, usually they behave like wild animals, but this one seems very vocal. A good thing too, it's voice is amazing. And the scales! I don't even know how it could evolve such pattern shifting, Reminds me a little of- eeep!

Twilight bit her lip hard, and grunted as the beast's heads squeezed her chest flat and she felt as each section of armor plating ground slowly against her painfully stiff nipples.

Okay, so not scaaaaaAAaales then, but raaaather some, mmf, sort of haaaAArmor!

Twilight shuddered and trembled as the head completed one more grating revolution around her warming body before the head stared her straight in the eyes, its cool breath blowing across her face. It leaned forward slowly, and her thoughts froze as she felt hard metal brush against her ear, and a warm, dark whisper,

"Alone, together, you... and me..." before the head scratched softly against her chin and cheek, and she felt a long wet tongue drag across her upturned neck. Twilight stuttered and gasped, stunned as the creature gave another deep drag long the other side of her neck, gently nudging her head aside, almost as a caress. She gasped and twitched excitedly as the forked tongue gave a flick and stroke to her inner ear, her shocked brain added "shame for undeniable hotness" to the queue of things to process when it returned to normal. Her breath came faster and deeper as mouth alternated between sloppy kisses and long licks across her neck and ears. Her face and chest flushed with warmth as her mind tried desperately to comprehend what was happening. The tongue was wondrously smooth, gliding across her flushed skin and wrapping around anything it could reach. The fluid it excreted wasn't caustic, and dried very quickly, leaving the place it had been hot, and sensitive. Twilight moaned shamefully as the effects of the fluid kicked in, and her body spiked with lust in response to the creature's ministrations. As the beast attended to her lovingly with its mouth, the thick neck of the creature was not idle either, it undulated and coiled, grinding purposefully against her tits, wrapping and rubbing the entirety of them in a smooth warm pocket of spastic jolting gratification.

Twilight continued to shiver and jerk unthinking in the creature's grasp for a few seconds, her body melting into the hydra's loving embrace, before her senses recovered from shock, and she jerked her head away from the beast.

Arrrgh! What is this thing, this is... gross, definitely gross! I need to make sure it understands that this is... not... okay... Twilight's thoughts trailed off as a fifth set of eyes leveled in front of her face, it rotated slightly as number four turned her head to get a better shot at her throat and collarbone, slobbering over them with wet smacks and slurps. Twilight panted in confusion as the fifth kept its eyes trained on her face... and pressed its lips to hers. She grunted in shock as she felt the kiss push against her open mouth, but as the tongue of the fourth labored at it's wonderful work, and the neck ground her chest to highly satisfied dust, her eyelids began to flutter, and she felt her tongue creep out to meet the creature's...

A crashing BOOM! reverberated through the chamber, shocking Twilight out of her half-stupor, and galvanizing her to whip her head away from the creature. It, apparently, had a similar idea, as both heads unraveled from her body, leaving her shivering and dripping with what she convinced herself was sweat. She was still breathing hard, and her virgin mind was nearly incapacitated with trauma at being so thoroughly violated. She quivered, with fear of course, at the thought that her adversary might do something like that again. And she knew there were worse things that it could have done, but at the time she couldn't fathom why it hadn't already done them. Not that she wanted it to, of course, she was most certainly glad that the hydra hadn't decided to use its many tongues in other places, shoving rough and thick into areas that she herself had barely delved, taking her brutally and completely before it really went to town on her-

...Twilight decided that she should probably stop thinking about it.

The hydra growled as all five of its heads now turned away from her and she heard it mutter, "Your friend has been causing lots of trouble for me. Let's see how rebellious he is after I start snapping his bones."

Even though the statement itself was horrible, the delivery method was entirely incongruous. It came out as a soft, lullaby-style whisper, that calmed her fraying mind, and softened the blow of the actual sentence, it made her even more confused than she already was.

"M-my f-friend? W-w-what f-friend?" Twilight was teeth were chattering from the dreadful cold, every inch of her body was now exposed to the icy dungeon air, and part of her wished that the hydra would wrap her back up again so that she could be warm. A few licks of it's tongue would do the trick too, especially if it gave a few long laps in just the right places-

Stop that. She thought to herself, shoving the perplexing knot of emotions she was feeling deep down into her. Really deep down into herself. Damn it.

"The crystal one. Yellow-y purple. Now you stay right here my little nightsong, and we'll have all the time together you need. Soon as I break some femurs..." With the end of the lilting, mesmerizing tone, the hydra stalked away, quite gracefully for its size, into the dark gloom of the dungeon.

Oh no, oh Celestia this is bad. Knight won't stand a chance against that thing, especially not if he's bound like I am. I need to get out of here,
what's the situation horn?

Twilight was surprised to find that she didn't feel magically exhausted, like she would have expected to after shoving all of her reserves into another pony. She wasn't up to full capacity, but she definitely wasn't running on fumes. Twilight struggled a bit to work up the concentration for the spell, her head pounded every time she pulled magic to her horn so much that it was hard to keep the words coming out right. She aimed her horn right at where she assumed her wrist was, and really hoped that whatever magical barrier that held her in place would absorb most of the blast so that she didn't blow her own hand off. As she forced energy into her horn, it didn't feel as if she'd been equipped with a nullifier ring, which she found odd, but irrelevant for the moment.

With a grunt Twilight loosed a jagged flash of sparking purple energy, and from the light it produced she saw that she had been right on target with her aim. What held her appeared to be a translucent dark blue... goop. It just clung to her hand, swirling like disturbed water on the surface, but staying locked tightly around the appendage. That was, until a spotty beam of purple smashed it to pieces. As the bolt hit, Twilight could have sworn the goop condensed slightly, as if forming a solid mass, that then shattered as the force of the blast transferred through it. Her other hand and both of her feet experienced an odd flickering sensation, where it felt like she was being suspended by nothing, before she dropped through the air with a strangled yelp.

Twilight landed on her hands and knees, and her head snapped up, searching for any movement or lights in the unending blackness of the dungeon that would indicate the hydra's return. After a few seconds of all being still, she stood up slowly, and heaved a sigh of relief as she realized that her headache had completely vanished! The restraints must have also been giving her a headache to keep her off-balance and make her think... in very unladylike ways.

She felt extremely clear-headed, and as such was once again disgusted at the weak-willed, earlier version of herself, who had so nearly fallen for the trap laid by her enemies. Whoever they were.

Right, I can berate myself and sort through my sexual identity later. Right now, I've got to find Knight aaaaand, I'm naked.

Twilight glanced downwards, towards a bare body that she couldn't see, and blushed furiously at the thought of willingly exposing herself to anypony else, especially if it were a stallion. Knight was different though, she knew he wouldn't laugh or try to take advantage of her. And from the sounds of things, he'd actually put up a heck of a lot more fight than she had.

Even if I am naked... it won't be too bad if it's him seeing me. And right now, escape is far more important than dignity.

Thus reassured, Twilight began walking in a random direction as, even after all this time, her eyes had not adjusted to the infernal darkness even slightly, and she had gotten entirely turned around while having her internal debate. It was, then, not entirely her fault as she slammed face-first into the wall she had been chained to.

Some brief almost-swears later and she was soon following the wall, hoping that it would lead her somewhere that she could actually see something.

Initiating phase two... now. Kaiscillius thought, as his little morsel shot a bolt of energy at her restraints, and it was promptly absorbed. A crack of dark blue power later and she slumped in her bonds, as if all tension had left her muscles. A light snore even trailed from her mouth, which Kaiscillius gave one of his signature building-shaking chuckles at.

He strode quickly over to where she slumbered, focusing on the radiating webs of multi-colored light that trailed from his first dream spell, triggered when she had cast magic in its presence. It had taken him most of the first 24 hours of his stay at the Castle to perfect the dream so much that Twilight would accept it as reality. In this state, she was incredibly easy to manipulate and subvert, especially to one such as Kaiscillius, who was as adept at shaping and traversing dreams as his mother.

Kaiscillius leaned down to his naked plaything and took her horn in his foremost mouth. He didn't need to, but a physical connection was less tiring, and less noticeable by... outside forces.

He dove into her masterfully woven dream as easily as a dolphin cuts through water, surfacing in his full form on a small grassy platform suspended in empty black space. In front of him was a large orb which contained Twilight's current viewpoint, as well as a few fractured images. Thoughts, kept away by the spell from interfering with her perfect dream. Kaiscillius filled the empty space around him with a clear night sky, a crescent moon hung far in the air above him, and all around every star shone as though it were brand new. His eyes inverted color as he tapped into the immense power the poor young filly had imbued him with, and he wove a latticework of white illusion around the dream and his island. He had made sure it was day before allowing Twilight to wake, but his mother could be unpredictable. And if she stumbled onto his plans while they were at this early of a stage, he was doomed. Lastly, he added a small tree to his little island, and settled down under it, with his heads on his claws, to watch the orb. Currently Twilight Sparkle was stumbling blind through the dungeon, hand on wall. She would continue to do this forever until he signaled the dream to give her the next set of enchantments. It was a little something nasty he had worked up in case he was caught before the spell ran its course. Every stage needed his magical say-so, or she would be trapped in the darkness, alone, forever, held as his hostage.

His eyes flashed again as he signaled the dream to continue, and he summoned himself some of this newfangled "pop-corn" to munch as he enjoyed the show.

Twilight nearly swore again as she stumbled sullenly through the black murk of her prison, it felt like she had been walking for hours and she hadn't gotten anywhere! Her hand hadn't even left the wall yet! Just as she was about to give up and take a rest, she felt exhausted, her hand brushed over a different section of stone. She gasped at the sudden change, and then excitedly continued forward, rubbing her hand frantically over the stone to enjoy the wonderful feeling of a different tactile sensation than the same one she'd had for hours. The stone here was not as large, in fact, with every step she went it seemed as if the stones became incrementally smaller and smaller, until they felt like a mosaic beneath her hand. Until it hit an arch. She inhaled sharply as her hand passed over some sort of raised, curved section, and then shot out into empty space. She jerked her hand back in fear, and then slowly, tentatively, as if going any faster might make the hole fill itself in, she stretched her hand out again. It touched nothing, She moved a little backwards, her hand hit a smooth lip of cold stone. And was it just her or did the air seem... lighter here? Not light, but... a brighter shade of blackness? Was that a thing? She really hoped it was a thing.

Twilight took a deep breath and stepped quickly into the opening, briskly walking forward, desperately wanting to sprint, but not daring to unless she made too much noise. The tunnel she was in was definitely lightening. She swore she could even start to see the grooves of the flat grey stone beneath her sore feet. And just as her heart started to flutter in hope, she stopped. What if this didn't lead to another cell? What if this tunnel just led... out? There would be ponies or... something guarding the exit, surely, but that wasn't what concerned her at that moment. She hadn't found Knight yet. Did she go back for him, or go get help and then return? Leaving would be the smarter option but... it just felt so heartless to do something like that to somepony she knew, somepony who had only ever shown her kindness.

Alright Sparkle, think this through logically, allow no emotion to cloud your judgement. Equestria itself could be in danger. If this group is kidnapping princesses, they're clear not here in its best interest. One pony can wait a little longer, so that the world may survive.

And with a tremble and a tear for the pain she would be putting him through, Twilight turned her back to Knight Radiant, and walked towards the light.

She realized almost immediately that she was still in the Castle of the Two Sisters, the stonework (now that she could see it) was the same, and tattered banners hung frayed from many places along the walls as she passed up and out of the dungeon.

I recognize this... she thought with growing joy, this is one of the branches off of the main hallway, I'm saved! Twilight giggled with bubbling mirth as she charged down the tunnel, seeing the outside world again after what felt like an eternity shrouded in darkness was the only thing on her mind. Until her foot hit the ground, and sunk slightly, a small hiss and click stopping Twilight dead in her tracks.

Ohhhh, horseapples. Twilight cringed and hunkered down as she waited for whatever booby trap she'd stepped on might be to activate. She wondered what she'd just set off. Poison gas? Arrows? Honeydews? She really hoped it was honeydews.

Twilight jumped as she heard a sudden crack, and what sounded like... electricity? She shot ten feet backwards as a horrifying scream ripped through the hall, and made herself as small as possible in the corner of the corridor. She quivered with fear as the scream continued, occasionally being horribly torn off, only to start back up when Twilight heard the electricity crack back on again. Something about that screaming voice felt bone chillingly familiar to her, her eyes widened in terror as it just continued on and on... until it abruptly stopped. She could still hear the hum of electricity, but the scream was... was just gone. Eventually the power turned off too, and Twilight sat in deathly silence, not even daring to draw breath. Twilight's legs felt like they were melting, and she took one trembling step backwards... and her foot sunk into the floor with a hiss and click.

"NO!" She shouted, looking around madly for a way to stop what was happening, but it was already too late, the malevolent hum rang through the air again, shortly followed by more throat-wrenching screams. These were much higher pitched, reaching ear-popping heights before stopping each time. But again, they kept that same felling of dreadful familiarity. Twilight could almost imagine... with a tone that high...

No... no...

Twilight sobbed in confusion and anguish as she slowly backed down the hallway, just trying to get away from whatever abominable machine of torture was in front of her, but even as she stepped away from it, her foot slipped on a loose stone, and she landed flat on her back to the dreadful sound of another hiss and click. The light screams had long since cut off completely, which allowed Twilight to hear fully, and unadulterated, these new cries of suffering. They were raspier than the others had been. It could not be mistaken. It was Rainbow Dash.

Numb with guilt, bile rising in her throat, Twilight ran. She ran back to the darkness, she would welcome it, she didn't want to see anything, didn't want to hear anything like those screams again. She ran to get away, but every step she took brought a new scream. How had she missed all these traps before? What was even... she couldn't...

Twilight sobbed and retched as she fled from the light, but the screams followed her. Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rarity... by Celestia, her own mother! Her vision was dark and blurry. Or was that the dungeon? So many screams, so much noise. She wanted them to stop. They wouldn't stop . Something wet on her face. Tears? No, blood, she was bleeding. Oh, she was on the floor, couldn't move, couldn't think.

End it... please just end it...

Twilight faded away.

Kaiscillius stood and stretched from his previously reclined position on his little ethereal island. He sighed and paced back and forth, digging grooves in the dirt facsimile.

It had to be done. There was, is, no other way to get her to surrender and comply within the acceptable time period, you know this.

He had not liked having to mentally torture the poor filly, for she really was still just a child, into letting her mental defenses down. But it was the only way. He had convinced himself of that long before he had even started laying the groundwork for the dream spells. Yet here he stood, wasting time, convincing himself again. And he didn't expect this to be the last time either.

Oh well, my feelings have no part in this grand equation. Better set the stage for act 3.

Kaiscillius severed one of the links between his and his victim's minds', and opened his eyes back in the dungeon. Twilight Sparkle still lay flat against the wall, as she had for the whole experience. Kaiscillius brought four of his heads to the various bonds that suspended her in the air, and gave each a wide lick. They came away easily (and tasted like grape jelly) and he caught her limp form deftly with his fifth head. He was glad he'd made the investment for two new ones, it made things easier, and the more heads a hydra could have, the better.

As Kaiscillius carried Twilight over to a spot farther away from the wall, his thoughts turned once again to his ancestry, as they often did when he wanted to distract himself. His mother had told him that they had been descended from normal hydra that she had experimented on generation after generation, until she finally found the form that suited her needs perfectly. She had called them 'nighdra', which he found to be incredibly lame, but he was realizing more and more that she had been all about that sort of over-the-top style villainy, not really rooted in subtlety at all. He often compared his skills to hers, but they were really very different creatures when it came to most things.

He laid Twilight's unconscious body on the stone floor, and took up his pose around her, curling his body so that he formed a living wall of warm steel between her and escape. Each of his heads coiled individually about her body, seeming to be fussing over her separately, and yet together. He gave her a few preliminary licks and released her from her sleep.

Twilight was warm, even comfortable. She felt surrounded by heat, little trickles and puddles of it occasionally tapped on her skin. She did not remember why this was such a pleasant experience, she was often warm when she woke up from sleeping, her bed was one of the most comfortable-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

The screams! She heard them, they were still there! Twilight thrashed and arched on whatever warm bed she lay on, not daring to open her eyes to whatever horrors might face her, and being tortured as she kept them closed by the sounds of screaming.

"It is alright my dear, it is alright. Come back to me, come back to the world of the living."

A voice, no scream, soft and gentle and heartbroken as any she'd heard flowed like soothing honey into her ravaged ears. It stilled her mind somewhat, but she could still hear them, her friends, her teachers, her family, dying, burning! Her fault, her fault, her fault-

Twilight gasped as bliss and calm flooded into her from a point near her abdomen, and again on her shoulder. Her muscles relaxed slowly, one by one as the wonderful taps released the tension in them, but her mind paid them no heed as she now wept her sorrow, eyes still screwed shut, despite the pain it brought her. Or perhaps because of it. She deserved the pain it brought her, it was nothing compared to the unimaginable agony she'd inflicted on others. Those who had trusted in her! And because of her arrogance, her ignorance, they were all... all...

Twilight's brain shut down. It simply did not go farther with that thought, not a single neuron considered a word after the point she'd reached in that sentence. In fact, the longer she cried, the less she remembered of the event. She knew what was happening, her brain was repressing the memory to keep her from going into shock, if she let it happen it could cause immense problems for her later in her life.

But if it helped stop the screams...

"Shhh, shhh, my little flower, what have you done? I warned you that you should not leave. When I saw you had fallen, I brought you back from the brink of madness. You are fine, you are safe here. Forget what you should not know, come back to me little one, come back."

She needed to forget.

Forget what? What was she forgetting? Twilight opened her eyes and her jaw dropped in awe. All around her shimmered a universe. She lay on a bed of galaxies, her body illuminated by the swirling of a million, billion stars. Above her lay an even vaster heavens, hypnotically warping, cascading, colliding. And then there were those gorgeous eyes. She relaxed completely as all ten gazed down upon her, and she did not turn away. She was warm, and safe. This thing had saved her from-

She was warm, and safe. This thing, at least, was her friend, even if it was also her guard. She was not sure why she trusted it so much, but looking into its eyes, so full of wonder and care, she couldn't believe anything else was possible.

'This thing'? That's hardly an appropriate thing to call your friend, now is it? Twilight lightly chastised herself. She couldn't seem to get very angry, and she wasn't very anxious about that either. Although a little voice in her head was telling her she should be.

"What is your name, my guard?" She asked softly. She couldn't work up much energy, even as two of the heads lowered and began feeding her warm taps from, what she could now see was their tongues again, relaxing her further.

"My name, my sweet?" It replied lovingly, nuzzling her gently with a third celestial head, which she giggled lightly at.

"My name is Thrassimund. If that is too long for your tired body to produce, simply 'my Lord' will suffice. I only allow my closest friends to call me that, it is an honor." He finished by gently booping her on the nose with his tongue, which she lazily swatted at, laughing. Twilight moaned openly as one of her Lord's heads lingered much longer over one of her thighs than was strictly necessary, gently nibbling on it after it had licked its way up to as near her crotch as it could get without actually touching.

But even as the very embodiment of the night sky bent to please her growing desires, something was off. She felt she was bending far too quickly to what this thing, My Lord, she unconsciously corrected herself, wanted. Wait, what had she just thought?

Twilight was distracted from her shock as another prolonged cycle of blessed cool and searing heat ground its way up her stomach, starting just above her rapidly moistening pussy, and ending just before it reached her heaving chest. She growled in frustration as the heat inside her body began to grow very irritating rather than calming, and she felt her headache start to return. A heavy, dull crash of... not pain exactly, it felt more like she was pent up. Like she had felt when Celestia had once forbidden her to use any magic for a whole week. There was an identical tight ache in her crotch, and she had no trouble figuring out what that one meant. Twilight gritted her teeth and grunted laboriously as she felt two of the long tongues wrap fully around her ankles, and then begin to slither upwards, coating every inch of her legs in whatever it was they excreted, and sending wave after wave of prickling pleasure through her body. It felt very similar to her legs waking up after they fell asleep, except after the tongues left an area it exploded with wanton need of more cooling licks. two more did the same to her arms, while the fifth, keeping its eyes locked on hers at all times, continued to cover every inch of her smooth stomach in some form of black fluid. The fifth head also administered to her collarbone, and her cleavage, while deftly managing to not touch either breast as it navigated the narrow passageway with its tongue.

She was panting incredibly quickly, sucking breath in and out like a bellows, when the head above her mumbled to her, "Little pet, little pet, why don't we play? What were we doing before we were interrupted, I don't seem to remember..." Her Lord lowered his face (well, one of them at least) almost directly onto her's, it's beautiful eyes held a mischievous glint, and she whined through her teeth as she felt all of the wondrous licking stop as the heads lifted, and all waited for her response. She was surprised to find that her arms were unbound, in fact, she didn't think she'd even been restrained this entire time, she'd willingly kept herself in place, without even the slightest hint of a struggle.

And why would anyone want to get away from this anyway? She thought, smiling as she languidly gripped the sides of her Lord's face,my Lord is so kind, so... mmmh, generous...

Twilight pulled the massive hydra head closer to her own, a playful smile on her face, her eyes glazed with both lust and a flickering dark energy, as she unabashedly opened her mouth wide, and plated as large a kiss as she could manage on the reptilian lips.

Her body melted under the renewed attack from all of the hydra's heads, there seemed to be no speed boundaries now as they viciously lathered and body part they could touch. She squealed and arched her back hard as two of them seized her breasts and started licking and sucking for all they were worth. One mouth took one boob each in their mouths, and each tongue extended fully, and wrapped its way down her watermelon-sized melons. They massaged quickly up and down, coiling and uncoiling around her flushed tits as the whole mouth sucked on the teat like it was trying to milk her. Her entire body bucked and kicked as pleasure finally roared into her bloodstream, and she felt something incredibly powerful building already, all the pent up raging arousal of the last few minutes culminating into the brewing storm inside of her. Her eyes, which were currently in the process of trying to disappear into her skull, widened as an immense, slick object forced its way into her mouth, spewing what seemed like gallons of an amazingly sweet liquid onto her taste buds and down her eager throat. She choked and sputtered a bit as the tongue of her lover stretched her mouth open wider, but the more delicious fluid she gulped down, the more she was able to fit, she was not able to muster enough strength to wrestle with it inside of her mouth, though, as her mind was very quickly overwhelmed with sensation, and she felt the first orgasm crash over her.

Twilight screamed into her Lord's mouth and gripped hard onto anything she could reach as she messily squirted a huge amount of her own sweet fluids out into the open air. Every muscle in her body clenched hard as her mind was wiped clean by the experience, and pleasure rocketed through her inexperienced body. A full 28 seconds later she came down from her high, sucking in air through her nose like a drowning man, and still amorously Prench kissing her Lord.

And in the aftermath of her explosive climax, a voice was renewed in the blank slate of her mind, NO, THIS IS WRONG SNAP OUT OF IT!

Twilight lunged backwards, quickly scrambling out of the reach of the head that had held her locked in place, her headache vanished as she squirmed free from the writhing grasp of the hydra, and all five heads hissed at her simultaneously, as if sensing that she had somehow broken the spell. Twilight leapt backwards, beating her magnificent wings to clear the low barrier of the beast's curled body, and landed lithely on the far side of it, her horn flaring with power as she fired an incredibly large beam of energy straight at the creature, blasting one of its heads to smithereens. But as was the trick of all hydras, from the stump of the head she had blasted soon sprouted two more.

This is gonna be one heck of a fight, she thought as she grinned and leveled her horn again, nopony treats me like that and gets away with it you... bad... pony. Ugh, that was terrible. And with this parting thought, Twilight Sparkle charged into battle.

Kaiscillius rumbled triumphantly, as the flailing form beneath him finally came, revealing the mental pocket of resistance that still held sway over her body... and activating the second dream spell. He'd had to be very careful with his pacing, he couldn't let her cum before her unenchanted personality had time to accrue, and so he'd kept the pace painstakingly slow until he was sure of the signs of her beginning to resist. The second dream he'd devised was rather ingenious, as it only imprisoned the part of her mind that wanted most to be free, and since it was so real, it felt free, thus placating it. The true Twilight Sparkle would now fight a never-ending battle, in which she and her opponent dueled like in legends of old, neither wavering, neither faltering, a true test of might everlasting. Meanwhile, the remainder of her was completely docile and submissive, and wanted to show it.

"Ooh yeeeeeeeeeeesssss, my--my Lord, do me again please! Fill my aching cunt, batter me, rip me apart, oh sweet Celestia I want it so bad!"

Yes, it seemed that Twilight's final vestiges of restraint had been entirely focused on keeping her mouth shut. This new her was quite vocal, and lewdly descriptive. It was clear she possessed a poet's tongue, and had a penchant for earthquake analogies.

"My Lord?" He mumbled in her ear in a displeased manner, "oh no, that honorific won't do at all, I'm your Master now slave." The latter half he spoke threateningly, lightly biting her neck with the mouth she had been passionately kissing.

Kaiscillius, of course, had his own reasons for continuing with Twilight like this. Yes, they were... numerous and... very... well thought out. And totally not related to the fact that he hadn't had release for 2 weeks, and an alicorn whom he'd just dominated was begging for it rough. Nope, not only for that reason at all.

Kaiscillius saw her eyes visibly flutter as he bit her, and a wide grin split her gorgeous face, "Yes, yes my Master! I am your slave, your slut, I am anything you wish me to be! Claim me, make me yours, I want the ground itself to shake as I prove my devotion for you!"

Kaiscillius smiled approvingly down at her nubile form and said, "Very well slut, just this once I will give you what you desire."

Twilight squealed with joy as the heads of her new Master dove in for the kill.

There was no time wasted now, Twilight shrieked as two of her Master's mouths locked around her aching nipples again, and was immediately silenced as another plunged into her mouth and began pumping her full of the dark aphrodisiac. And, after nearly two straight days of teasing, a tongue thicker than any horsecock for miles shoved its way into Twilight's soaked snatch. She writhed and bucked, nearly cumming a second time from the penetration alone as unparalleled satisfaction roared through her body.

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Master, Master- Ah, Celestia! Yes Master, just like that, aaaagh!" Twilight moaned through the equally large appendage in her mouth that she suckled and lapped greedily, drawing as much fluid from it as she could. Her body was rocked back and forth as the tongue in her pussy drilled in and out at a furious pace, each pass feeling better than the last as her Master's secretions covered her inner walls as well as her outer ones. She came after mere moments, her pleasure building to an unbearable level before it crashed back down upon her, and every muscle in her clenched tight as it could go. Twilight assumed that this would be the pace for a while, her continuing to scream lust-maddened encouragement, and her Master pounding her into oblivion, but he wasn't anywhere near done with his surprises yet. As Twilight's confused mind tried to figure out how to breath and swallow saliva at the same time, the wind was knocked out of her, as with a loud crackling noise, she felt her pussy double in breadth. Her hips lunged forward wildly to receive the newcomer, and she realized that with two heads sucking her breasts, one in her crotch, and one in her mouth, she'd forgotten to account for the fifth head. And apparently it didn't want to wait its turn.

Twilight roared in slight pain, but mostly unholy stimulation as two massive members filled her at the same time. It felt like she would be ripped in half for the first two seconds or so, but as her body soaked in more of her Master's marvelous froth, it became less painful, and infinitely more enjoyable. Twilight languished for she knew not how long, her body limp as she drank in the juice poured into her, and accepted the wet pounding of her nether regions as if it were common. She came four, five more times? Each building to an unappreciated crescendo, as by that point her mind had long since faded, and all she could think or utter were animalistic impulses. She was revived somewhat as her Master shifted, still ramming her with both tongues at top speed, but moving to get a better angle somehow. And then she was empty.

"No! Stop! Feels... soooo... good. Want more... good." She slurred as all five heads pulled away from her. With failing strength, Twilight managed to barely prop herself up with one arm, and gasped in wonder at what she saw. A six foot long, two foot wide obsidian shaft, with a ridge pattern that ran all the way down the length, and dribbling buckets of precum on the dungeon floor already. The massive cock looked horribly engorged, as if it were already about to burst. The black skin stretched tightly over muscle and vein, and two head-sized balls hung heavily beneath the swaying length. Twilight's senses ignited as she smelled an aroma in the air that she couldn't quite describe, but it gave her the strength to crawl on her hands and knees toward the massive projection, before she was stopped as one of the heads flipped her onto her back, and said huskily, "Sorry, pet, I can't wait for foreplay. You will be mine now."

Suddenly thick bands of dark purple goo appeared around Twilight's hands and feet, binding her to the floor, just like the ones she had blasted off earlier. Why had she done that? She could have been her Master's slave so much sooner if she hadn't made such a silly mistake like that!

The dungeon and Twilight alike shuddered as her Master stepped forward over her, and her vision was once again completely filled by a whirling cosmos, but she had eyes only for the enormous phallic void in the middle of it. Her Master maneuvered into place with a practiced surety, and soon the monster was perfectly lined up with her waiting crotch. Twilight didn't even flinch as the Herculean shaft was hurled towards her waiting folds, and finally shrieked as the unreasonable task of swallowing it whole fell to her poor body. But from nowhere came a roaring hiss and boom, and a cloud of darkness blasted around her, as her legs parted wider than she'd ever thought they could, and the beast slid all the way past the tip, down the ridged shaft, until it slammed against her cervix, all without her feeling a thing. Twilight sat in confusion for four seconds, as she idly tried to clench her pussy, and found it unresponsive, before her brain melted into a puddle.

Twilight awoke some minutes later as she came from the vicious pounding she was receiving from her Master. Her brain, which had almost gained some semblance of clarity, was immediately thrown back to it's primordial stage as the massive creature atop her rode her like a common whorse. She bucked, and gyrated, and flailed in time with her Master, her only goal to allow him to feel as much pleasure as he could, while her own body was constantly assaulted with higher and higher levels of orgasm, until she nearly blacked out from each one. And finally, after what felt like hours, her vagina exploded with white-hot jizz, as her Master roared his own climax to the very heavens, and the entire dungeon shook with the force of it.

A day and a half later, Twilight Sparkle had been shattered. Her body was grotesquely stretched and warped, her once graceful beauty made cheap and whorish. She lay gurgling in a pile of her own fluids and hydra cum, her skin soaking it into her body, and adding to the mind-wiping headache that disabled her ability to think.

"Master... master... mmmmm cum..."

Kaiscillius watched as Dark currents of energy roared through her body, her physical form straining to its limit to keep the destructive energy in check. Now was the time.

As he had done many moons ago with Flying Colors, Kaiscillius strode over to his unthinking prey, and clamped his primary mouth around her horn.

Twilight blinked awake, confused, to utter darkness. She wore her normal clothes, odd seeing as how she'd been naked for the past few days, and could see her own body perfectly we. However, she could not discern a visible light source or... floor for that matter. She stood in empty black space, her sense of perspective messing with her mind as she attempted to puzzle out just how large... wherever she was actually was without any sensory input.

Darn hydra, another one of your tricks eh? Well, I've escaped them all before, and this one is no different.

Over the course of their fight, Twilight had grown to respect her enemy. He was her equal in every way. Brilliant, cunning, powerful, well-versed in every magical field she could think to throw at him. At first she'd just assumed it was some sort of sick parasite, like a changeling that could (somewhat) think for itself. After a while though, she'd grown to know it as an incredibly intelligent creature, almost managing to even outwit her on a few occasions. The fight between them raged still, just as intense and engaging as when it first started, and she longed to get back to her adversary face-to-face, and see what new tricks he might have up his sleeve. She quickly scanned the darkness more thoroughly, looking for some sort of trigger or wire that might indicate a trap. What she found made her grin in anticipation, her enemy himself.

The "ground" rumbled as he took ponderous steps toward her, and she stood with her hands cockily resting on her hips as she smiled at him.

"So, where are we this time hmm? Face it Thrassimund, there's nowhere you can send me that I can't escape from, and I'll always be back to hunt you. And eventually, I will kill you." Her eyes sparkled with delight as he made no attempt to immediately attack her. He too, it seemed, had learned to be wary.

Her confidence shook slightly at his five-headed smile, "Oh, but you see Sparkle, I've already won. Or actually, you don't see, which really is the beauty of it."

She cocked her head and took up a fighting stance, sensing a trap, "What do you mean 'you've already won'? You haven't gained an inch of ground on me since the day we started fighting."

Her smile melted as booming laughter erupted from the titan in front of her, and worry gnawed at her soul, "You still don't see? Well let me give you a clue Twilight Sparkle." The beasts ten eyes twinkled with delight, and she felt her stomach drop like a ten ton brick.

"What do you know, student of the Sun, of the nature of dreams?"

"Dreams? Why would..." and with that simple question, a thought occurred to her. A thought so terrible and unreal, that it could not possibly be true. Twilight slowly backed away from the grinning monster, and mumbled, "No... no... NOOOO!"

"HAHAHAHA! Oh yes, Sparkle, it's true. And you know the best part? How about I show you!" The monster's form warped and shrunk, Twilight flinched as she heard bones snap and limbs crack into place, and where there had been a monster, now stood the proud form of Knight Radiant.

"Oh you know, 'cause Nightmares?" He said to her, and then roared with laughter. It boomed from all around her, thousands of voices mocking her for her stupidity with a single sound. Twilight's mind quailed as revelation after revelation of just how expertly she'd been outmaneuvered stampeded through her thoughts.

"You... you! You were the creature in the cave! The one who drained that poor unicorn's magic! You were the one who was kind, and smart, and... and..." Twilight felt tears well in her eyes as the feeling of betrayal forced its way foremost in her heart. Here was a stallion she had trusted, a stallion whom she had admired, whom she had even... liked. And it was all a farce.

An enormous pounding wrecked her thoughts, and Twilight screamed and dropped to her knees, clutching her skull with both hands as the waves of pain drove away all rational thought from her mind. Then came the memories. Memories of a her, that was not her. Depraved acts of which she had never even considered in her wildest sexual fantasies. And there were so many. Days, weeks, years worth of time spent on her back, on her stomach, suspended in the air, upside-down, loving every... bucking... second of it.

Amidst the chaos, and the noise, and the avalanches of depraved orgasms Twilight experienced one after the other from her memories of the greatest time she'd ever had in her life, a single truth emerged.

He has won. I've been outplayed. He has taken my rooks, my knights, my bishops, my pawns, and now my queen has fallen too. I am nothing before this... this magnitude of treachery. The sheer vastness of it escapes me. He has won, and I am broken.

Kaiscillius stood in the library again, surrounded upon endless rows of books. But in front of him, was a very special book. Bound in white leather, with gold trim running expertly across the entire front and back, with a single word carved into it. Everything. Kaiscillius tapped it with a claw, and roared with joy as information flooded his mind. He emerged back in the dungeon two hours later. Normally the transfer took about ten minutes, but when this mare said Everything, she meant Everything.

New knowledge surged through Kaiscillius's mind, and he felt almost prophetic in his ability to know what would happen next. Twilight Sparkle knew almost everything there was too know, and what she didn't know she had made lists of, giving Kaiscillius an exact inventory of what he needed to figure out. But the feeling of it! He was on an entirely different level than he had been yesterday. He knew, with absolute certainty, that tomorrow at 1:37 p.m., the sack of flour Mrs. Cake had positioned outside of her bakery would catch fire from a magnifying glass Pinkie had usedforadiguisethepreviousweekand-

Kaiscillius took deep breaths as he calmed his racing mind, but there was still more. So much more. He felt as though he could see into the future. With all of the knowledge that mare had held inside of her head, it was a wonder she wasn't the most powerful pony on the planet. Personality analysis, random facts about every important pony in Equestria, shipping dates, bank payments, and somehow or another she had always seen things that were incredibly important wherever she went, she was like a magnet of essential information. But never would she act on it, or even notice it at times. But since she had seen it, he had seen it. In perfect detail, with unmatched clarity. Kaiscillius barely had time to register his own thoughts before he locked up, and planned harder than he ever had in his life.

Four hours later, his plan was complete, his path was certain. He would dance to the tune the very world had practically sung to him in his newfound genius. Everything was so clear now. The dungeon remained as dark and dank as ever, and for the first time in two and a half days, Kaiscillius snapped all of the links between him and Twilight, and opened his true eyes in the entrance hall to the Castle of the Two Sisters. This had been another precaution, should she have defied him more than he could handle, he would break the sleep spell and console her here as Knight Radiant, in the real world, telling her that the whole thing was simply a side effect of overdraw.

His three heads (he would miss those other two) all turned to gaze upon Twilight's unconscious form, her body completely untouched, but her mind irreversibly altered. It was not the same as it had been with Flying Colors. He had broken something in Twilight Sparkle, and she would never be the same. Not that he needed her to be. Her role in his grand design was much more tragic.

Fifteen minutes later, Kaiscillius strolled out of the darkened entrance hall into the cool night air of the Everfree Forest. Held aloft next to him in a nimbus of black magic, what appeared to be a simple glass case, inside of which a pure purple gemstone buzzed and hummed angrily. As if it were trying to force its way free of the prison. Behind Kaiscillius lay a scene of chaos. Scorch marks and blast craters littered the hall, scouring the ancient stone, some with smoke still rising from them. At the far end of the hall sat a crude black marble shrine, very obviously dedicated to Nightmare Moon. At the foot of the shrine lay the corpse of Knight Radiant, a massive gaping burnt hole in his chest, and the body of Princess Twilight Sparkle, a dagger driven through her eye.

Two days afterwards, Fluttershy, who knew the Everfree better than any of her friends and had been dispatched to find out what had become of Twi and her friend, found the scene of the crime, fainted, and then returned to Ponyville in tears, telling every soul she met of the tragedy she had witnessed.

The citizens of Equestria had all heard the news in two days time.

The riots began the following morning.

Author's Note

(Inception Bwaa)

Kaiscillius has gathered all the information he needs to implement his dark plan. More than that, he has murdered a princess, and such a thing has never before occurred in living memory. The world will reel from this shock, countries will tremble at its implications, and all the while, our delightful villain executes his moves from the shadows.