“Hey Twily, I’d like to ask a favour,” Shining Armor said, putting a hoof behind his head and looking slightly embarrassed for some reason.
“Anything for my BBBFF,” Twilight said, looking up from her desk. “What can I do for you?”
Shining Armor stepped into what had become his sister’s “Princess” office and couldn’t help but think how far she had come over the past few months. Before she began hopping from world to world, trying to help alternate Equestrias, she hadn’t really taken her position seriously. Now, she had devoted servants, a knight sworn to her service, and a guard force of ponies who were becoming the envy of the Equestrian military.
A great deal of that new strength had come from her time being trapped in a very special article of clothing. A symbiotic suit that enabled whoever controlled it to completely command and dominate the pony wearing it. A suit that could be used to break, tame and condition its wearer into becoming whatever their owner wanted them to be. A suit that Twilight had brought a copy of back with her.
“You said the other day that Flim and Flam had managed to make some copies of the suits you and 143 came back with,” Shining said, referring to the completely submissive version of Trixie that Twilight had rescued from that other world. “I’d like to borrow one.”
“Are you crazy?” Twilight asked, incredulous. “Those things aren’t anywhere near safe. They still have all the enslavement and conditioning routines that were built into the original. Plus, they’re just as inescapable as the… wait, you don’t want to wear the suit, do you?”
“It’s for Cady,” Shining Armor said, his cheeks colouring. “We’ve been trying for a sibling for Flurry Heart and she really likes, um…”
“Being tied up, controlled, dominated, and made to obey a powerful master?” Twilight asked, a knowing smile on her face. It was another change in the once reclusive mare. Her experiences had made her vastly more knowledgeable about sex, bondage and submission than she had ever been.
“Yah,” Shining admitted, colouring even more. “Problem is, Cadance is an alicorn. And with her alicorn strength and abilities nothing we’ve tried has ever been able to hold her.”
“What about Chrysalis?” Twilight asked, leaning back and her eyebrows furrowing in thought. “She captured Cadance, and held her captive.”
“Chrysalis knocked Cadance out, then held her unconscious in a pod,” Shining explained. “Then she was lost in the Crystal Caverns underneath Canterlot. She never really experienced being helplessly controlled, and that’s what she wants to feel.”
“And you know those suits were specifically designed to hold, contain and tame that world’s version of Princess Luna,” Twilight said, nodding in understanding. “I’m assuming you would be in the role of ‘Control,’ the pony in control of the suit’s functioning?”
“Well, I’d be in control of the suit, but I’d be playing the role of Prince Armor,” Shining Armor’s voice dropped to a deep baritone. “Dark Lord of the South.” Twilight tried not to facehoof. Leave it to her brother to combine kinky sex with his raging nerdiness.
“Let me guess,” Twilight said, trying not to laugh. “Cadance will be your prisoner, captured while trying to smuggle secret plans to her rebel friends?”
“You are a spy and a member of the Rebel Alliance seeking to overthrow the Equestrian Empire,” Shining said, putting a credible amount of malice into the line. “Tell me where your hidden base is or suffer the consequences.”
“Sexy consequences, I assume?” Twilight asked, still trying not to laugh. Shining really was putting on a good performance as the “Dark Lord of the South,” all he needed was the iconic character’s heavy mask and cape.
“Exactly Twily,” Shining said, dropping the voice and body language of the Dark Lord and going back to his normal voice. “Cady and I both think that as long as the suit is used properly, it should be safe. Besides, she and I have both worked with 143. We’ve seen what happens if one of those suits is used for evil.” He put a little extra stress on the ‘E’ and gave his sister a winning grin.
“Okay, okay,” Twilight said, unable to refuse the brother that had done so much for her over the past few months. “I’ll have Flam deliver one of the suit clones to you, and take this with you.” Twilight slid an impressively thick tome across the desk.
“What is this?” Shining said, weighing the thick book in his magic.
“The closest I’ve gotten to creating an operator’s manual for the suits,” Twilight said, frowning a bit. “It’s got information on everything Alyss and I can remember, plus everything we’ve been able to discover about the suits and their control collars.”
“Perfect!” Shining exclaimed, scooping up the book. “This is just what I need to give Cady the time of her life.”
“Shining,” Twilight said, ears intently forward and her voice cautionary. “That book has got everything we know about the suits, but there’s no guarantee it’s complete. There could be hidden traps, deep down in the enchantments.”
“We’ll be careful,” Shining said, the confidence of the Captain of the Guard showing. “And if things start going strange we’ll stop and come get you. Okay?”
“Okay,” Twilight said, her serious face taking on Shining’s infectious smile. “Have fun, and remember. Knowledge is power, and power corrupts. Study hard, become evil.” Shining Armor just laughed as he left the room, already opening the manual to study its contents.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Shining Armor asked his wife, that evening in the rooms they had in Twilight’s castle.
“I want to at least try,” Cadance said, eyes locked on the flask holding the symbiotic suit material. “I want to be yours. Completely, utterly, inescapably yours.”
“Do you remember your safeword?” Shining asked, giving the gleaming silver of the suit’s control collar a final inspection.
“Primrose,” Cadance said, instantly. “And my gesture is three taps of my hoof, or three grunts if I can’t move.”
“Okay, let’s get this on and linked to you,” Shining said, holding the flask over his wife’s flank. “After that’s done we’ll see what it can do.”
With that, he poured out the contents of the flask along his wife’s spine from mid-back down to her dock. For a few moments the ebony fluid behaved just like a liquid, but as it flowed down to the point where it should have begun to drip off Cadance it changed, taking on a strange and unnatural vitality.
“I can feel it,” Cadance gasped, as the suit began to envelope and compress her barrel. “It’s like being wrapped in liquid steel, and it tingles. I think Twilight was right. I think it—”
Whatever Cadance was about to say was lost, as the suit flowed over her crotch and her words changed to a lusty groan. Shining took the opportunity while his wife was distracted to close the suit’s control collar around her throat. A quick flare of magic later and it was impossible to tell that the collar had ever been anything but a single, inflexible circle of silver gracing Cadance’s neck.
The suit continued it’s unstoppable spread over the alicorn. With her barrell and nethers firmly in its grasp, the symbiote next spread down each of Cadance’s legs and along her wings. Her legs were seized in gleaming black immobility, while her wings were coated and forcibly folded against her back into waiting pockets. Binding them in two layers of apparently irresistible material.
“I—I think it’s got me,” Cadance said, as the suit seemed to finish it’s work by flowing up her chest and over her shoulders to stop at the line of her collar, which gave off a singular beep.
“How does it feel?” Shining asked, wanting to know both the physical and emotional sensations his wife was going through.
“It’s tingling all over,” Cadance said, her voice husky, her body quivering ever so slightly. “Especially over my teats and pussy. Li—little shocks. I’m trying not to fight it, don’t want to break anything.”
Shining frowned a bit at that. The whole point of this was for Cadance not only to be bound by the suit, but for her to realize that she was helpless, controlled and dominated by the suit’s controller. The Prince of the Crystal Empire took a moment, and put all his strength into a spell that isolated the rooms he and his wife were in. No pony would be able to hear or see anything that was about to happen in these rooms, until he dispelled the privacy magic. Things were about to get noisy.
“You’re what’s about to get broken, Princess,” Shining Armor said, sneering a bit as he fell into his persona of Dark Lord of the South. “Broken to my will. Your only hope is to submit to me now and tell me where your rebel friends are hiding.”
“Your twisted magics and hell suit can never break me,” Cadance said, defiance in her voice and on her face, as she too slipped into her established character. Her face broke into a look of confusion when a few moments later, when the entire suit seemed to vibrate and the control collar gave off three beeps.
“Ah, excellent,” Shining said, touching the metal on his captive’s throat, who tried to shy away, but couldn’t. “Suit. Recognize, this is the Voice of Control. Acknowledge.”
“Recognized and acknowledged,” came the recorded voice sound of Twilight Velvet’s voice from the collar, of all things. “Designation?”
“615-Captive,” Shining Armor said, and then added, “add Bridle One.”
Cadance felt pseudopods of suit material flow around her head. She tried shaking them loose, but they remained glued to fur and flesh as they traced out the lines of a basic bridle, one without bit or restrictions. It was one of several the suit had pre-programmed into it.
“You can’t do this to me,” Cadance said, imperiously. “I have diplomatic AH!”
A second resounding smack echoed in the room as Lord Armor followed up his first strike with the crop, with a second to the opposite flank of his suited captive. He smiled as the reports seemed to be accurate. The suit did nothing to reduce the pain from blows. It was time to begin the pleasant task of breaking down the princess’ will through direct means.
“615 suit,” Armor commanded, anticipation colouring his voice. “Double plugs, medium size.”
“You fi—” the princess’s protest changed into a groan of pleasure, as her ass and pussy were both invaded by long thick plugs of suit material that flowed into her and began to ignite her arousal.
“That’s right, 615,” Lord Armor said, addressing his new slave by her proper name. “I can control what you feel with a word.”
“You don’t control me,” Cadance said, trying to adjust to the fullness of the twin shafts.
“Actually, I do,” Shining said, clipping a long lead to her bridle. “615 suit, release movement restrictions, start low level stimulation. Begin.”
“Bas—tard,” Cadance grunted out, as the fake cocks in her began a slow, pistoning rhythm.
One shaft would slowly slide all the way into her core as the other pulled almost all the way out. Then they would reverse with the same terrible slowness. One hole being refilled as the other was reduced to aching emptiness. Each cycle took nearly ten seconds of slow torture. Cadance could feel her inner walls trying to grab onto the slick shafts in her, trying to stop them, but she couldn’t affect them anymore than she could move her wings.
Her pussy began to moisten as she began to realize how deliciously helpless she was to stop what the suit was doing to her. Shining began to feel himself loosen in his sheathe as he watched his wife’s… no, his captive’s tail begin to flag in a way he knew so very well. Putting aside the crop, he picked up a long whip in his magic.
“Walk,” he commanded, snapping the whip behind her and startling the mesmerized mare into motion.
Cadance had stopped paying attention to the world around her, focusing on what was going on inside and the slow kneading of her teats by the suit. That reverie was broken with the crack of the whip, and she stepped away from it in automatic reaction. Two steps later the lead on her bridle grew taut and her straight away motion was pulled into a curve, and another pop of the whip just off her rear reminded her to keep walking.
“What is this supposed to do?” Cadance asked, sarcasm coating her words. “I can walk all day.”
“I’m teaching you to obey me,” Shining said, before snapping the whip just behind her black coated rump yet again. “Training you to be obedient. Conditioning you to obey without question.”
“Screw you,” Cadance shot back, coming to an immediate halt, anger beginning to war with arousal. “I’ll never obey you.”
“Really?” Shining asked, before speaking again in the tone he was using for suit commands. “615 suit, punishment routine on immobility, strength three, duration one.”
“What is that supposed to—AAH!” Cadance’s defiant protest was cut off as the plugs buried inside of her released a powerful shock directly into her core. Their power was magnified by the fact that they were already inside of her, past all her defences. “You Bas—AAH!”
“The shocks will continue until you start walking again. Now move!” Lord Armor said, punctuating his command with another pop of the whip behind his bridled and leashed slave.
Cadance’s anger was gone, washed away in confusion. She was in control, wasn’t she? She decided things, she was the Princess. Wasn’t she? Shining was just a unicorn, a powerful one yes, but just a unicorn. He couldn’t make her obey him, could he? A third, stomach clenching shock bore its way through her and Cadance found herself moving forward. Anything to stop that pain.
“Good girl,” Shining said, praising his slave. It was good to give positive reinforcement as well as negative. “Keep walking, keep obeying and you won’t get shocked.”
Cadance could almost feel a phantom hoof stroke her mane in praise as she continued to orbit her captor. As the minutes passed and she completed circle after circle around Shining her arousal returned, kindling a slow fire around the still moving cocks inside of her. They hadn’t stopped in their slow reciprocation and Cadance’s own body movements were sliding her flesh along their lengths as well.
The heat in her loins continued to grow. It felt good to move, to obey. Every step was rewarded with another beat of pleasure. Drop by drop, she was being filled with need and desire. Her tail began to lift and wave around of its own accord. Trying to entice the stallion who held her in his merciless grasp.
Shining, saw his wife’s… his slave’s tail rise up. He saw her ears begin to orient on him constantly, saw the little flicks of her eyes towards him and he felt his power over the mare grow. He wanted her, and his long powerful cock began to emerge from its sheath. It knew the taste and feel of this mare from before, and it was hungry for more. He was hungry for more.
“615 suit, increase stimulation to medium,” Shining commanded, and his slave nearly stumbled to a halt as suit's shafts increased their speed to a stroke per second.
Cadance felt the cocks in her speed up and grow small nubs at the same time. The pounding caused her to stumble and trip, and she nearly came to a halt as she got her hooves back under her again. She had to obey though, obeying was bringing rewards, obeying felt good. Obeying was turning the slow burn inside of her into a blazing fire.
She kept walking in her slow orbits around her master. When had she begun thinking of him as her master? She could see her reaction at what the suit was doing to her arousing him. Her mouth watered at the thought of wrapping her lips around the impressive length that continued to grow underneath him. He was a strong, powerful stallion and his desire for her was becoming as large as her need for him. Stopping, she turned to present her rump to him, her tail flagged high.
“AAH!” Cadance screamed a moment later, as she was shocked for her disobedience. Almost tripping in her haste to resume walking, the captive mare forced herself back into motion. She felt herself growing even more aroused as she realized she had been forced to obey, that she had no choice in the matter. Shining noticed as well.
“That’s it, slave,” Armor said, smiling as his full, proud length emerged from his sheath. “When you obey you feel good, when you disobey it hurts. Are you going to keep obeying?”
“Yes… yes, Master,” Cadance panted out, desire fogging her mind. “Please, I want you. Take me, fill me, and I’ll be yours forever.”
“You already are mine,” Shining said, and he stroked his long shaft so that his slave could see it. “And once I’m certain you are tamed to my will you will be filled. But when I choose, not you.”
“Please,” Cadance begged, slowing but not stopping in her walk. The fire in her was now a raging inferno that only one thing could extinguish. “I’ll do anything, be anything you want. Just take me.”
“When I choose, 615,” Shining said, addressing Cadance only as her number, her new identity. “Keep moving.” He cracked the whip behind her, a bare inch from her suit covered flesh.
Cadance’s desire and arousal whipsawed into a fury as towering as her lust had been moments ago. How DARE Shining refuse her? How dare he tell her that she, an alicorn princess, had to obey him? She was Cadance, ruler of the Crystal Empire, and he was her consort, at best. He was a unicorn, and she an alicorn. She was his superior in every way.
Cadance stopped cold and turned toward Shining Armor. Tail down, ears back, fury in every gleaming black line of her powerful body. Again, the plugs shocked her, but this time instead of compelling her obedience they only raised her rage to greater heights. Furious at the impertinence of the stallion who held her leash, Cadance charged.
“615 suit, full lockdown,” Shining Armor said smoothly, before Cadance had gone more than a single step. He had seen the change in 615, seen her prepare to charge and his reflexes were more than up to the task of stopping her. His command to the suit froze it into place around her body, locking it into a standing position and wrapping around both her horn and mouth.
Behind the bonds of the suit, Cadance raged at her body. Try as she might she was not able to budge an inch. Her muscles weren’t even trying to respond to her commands, small electric pulses from the suit overriding her voluntary systems. Another shock rolled into her from the plugs, eating at her fury and her resolve to punish the pony in front of her.
Gathering her magical might, she made to hurl a bolt of power at her captor and shatter the suit with a single titanic blow. A small corner of her mind knew this was the point where every other shackle and bond had failed in the past. This is why Shining had driven her as he had, to see if at long last there was a way to contain, capture and control her without knocking her out. So that she could experience being a helpless slave, like so many of her subjects had been under Sombra.
Nothing happened. A few seconds later, another shock from the plugs hit Cadance, and her fury began to melt away like snow before the summer sun. She made one, last desperate lunge with her magic only to feel it drain away again with absolutely no effect. Another powerful shock struck her and this time she screamed, realizing that she was under Shining Armor’s complete domination.
“That was a good try, but now you need to be punished,” Shining Armor said, breathing a sigh of relief and feeling his lust return as he also realized that for the first time, he was in full control of Mi Amore Cadenza.
In measured time he whipped his captive mare. One, two, three, four, and five strikes with the long whip. He timed each blow to come after a shock from the plugs and by the time he was finished, she was whimpering and pleading with him to be allowed to move again through her bridle’s muzzle. “615 suit, end movement restrictions, remove muzzle.”
The suit obliged, returning control of Cadance’s limbs to her and the material of the muzzle around her mouth flowed back into the straps of the bridle framing her head. Cadance wasted no time getting back into motion, and lively moved back into the circling walk she had before.
“Thank you, Master,” Cadance said, the plugs and her growing realization of how in Shining’s control she was, rebuilding her desire. “I’ll be good. I’ll obey. You don’t have to whip me anymore.” The whip cracked just behind Cadance’s head, causing her to lower it in automatic reaction.
“What is this ‘I’ that is coming from your lips, slave,” Shining Armor said, feeling himself return to full hardness. “Your name is ‘615,’ and you will use it or be punished.”
“Yes Master,” 615 said, desperate to avoid another punishment. “615 understands, 615 will obey. 615 is your obedient slave mare.”
“Good,” Shining Armor said, he was so hard now it almost hurt. “Show me your obedience. Prance as you walk.”
“615 obeys,” the mare said, shifting into an elegant, high stepping prance as she walked. The pleasure of obedience filled her. She was his now. His to do with as he choose. If it wasn’t for the suit absorbing the liquid, her arousal and desire would have been leaving a trail on the floor behind her. As it was, the smell of a mare’s need filled the room and 615 took even more pleasure in seeing her master’s nostrils flare to drink in her scent.
“You are almost ready, aren’t you 615?” Shining asked, a small bead of liquid emerging from the end of his length. “Ready to be used, to be taken, to be bred.”
“Please Master,” begged 615, her prancing driving the plugs even deeper into her, driving her passion to heights even the Princess of Love had never felt before. “615 begs to be of service to you.” Shining Armor couldn’t hold back anymore.
“615 suit, stop punishment and stimulation,” he said, commanding the suit. “Engage breeding protocol. Begin.”
615 whinnied in anticipation as the suit forced her to a halt and had her kneel onto her forelegs. Her rear was now raised to a convenient height and Cadance flagged her tail in unspoken invitation. The plug in her pussy melted away back into the suit, but the one in her ass remained as full and as active as ever. A moment later she felt her hindquarters grabbed in her Master’s powerful grip.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this,” Shining Armor said, and Cadance’s squeal of delight as he slid his rock hard length into her sopping tunnel was music to his ears.
“Yes Master,” 615 gasped out, feeling her lord’s medial ring enter her. “Fill 615, breed her, fill her with your foals.”
“You are mine,” Shining Armor growled, setting up a steady rhythm, the butt plug in 615’s ass pushing down from above and making her even tighter than she should be. Both ponies gasped as the suit, obeying the breeding protocol, began to send powerful vibrations through the butt plug and into the suit material covering 615’s clit.
“Yes Master,” moaned 615, losing any semblance of will and volition to the need of the rut. She was his, she was female, and she was being taken by a powerful male as so many had been before her. 615 wasn’t sure if the words were coming from her fantasies, or whispered to her from the suit.
“I’m going to keep you like this, forever,” Armor said, no longer really thinking about his words, as the willing flesh around his cock began to squeeze and pulse, trying to milk him of his seed. “Keep you bound to my side. Tamed, trained, obedient.”
“Yes Master!” Cadance all but shrieked, orgasm close, so very close. Obedience had brought her to this place and she would do whatever it took to stay there. “Please, fill your mare. Your tamed, obedient mare.”
The words went into Shining Armor’s ears, wrapped themselves in pure lust, and dove into his balls. The power of a stallion fully in his prime could no longer be denied, and with a powerful electric burst of strength his virile seed leapt forward. It seared down the length of Shining’s cock, causing it to swell and pulse, emerging as a titanic flow of white into the waiting, wanting womb of his mare.
615 screamed in ecstasy, her own climax triggered by the flaming flow of stallion into her deepest core. She writhed and shuddered as best she could around her master, trying to milk him for every drop. Her body’s instinct to draw every precious bit of seed from her stallion was rewarded.
“HRNGH!” Shining wordlessly shouted, as a second massive orgasm was torn from him. Pulled from him by the gripping muscles of 615’s pussy that kneaded his cock. He emptied himself, pouring every bit of his essence into 615. His mare, his Cadance. His willing, wanting slave mare. He would prove himself worthy to be her master. She would be tamed, trained and conditioned to instant obedience, and in return he would fill her with everything he had.
615 came in another shuddering climax, the amount of fluid now inside of her pressing against every part of her insides. Every sensitive nerve in her womb and pussy was being stimulated and pushed at. She could even feel her belly swelling from the amount of material inside of her. She sighed a moment later as her master pulled free, only to gasp a second later as her pussy was sealed up by the suit and the plug made its return.
“Well done, 615,” Shining gasped out, and lifting her into the air with his magic. “615 suit, elastic hobbles to body, continue breeding protocol.”
615’s hooves were drawn up against her body by bands of elastic material extruded by the suit. She struggled a bit, mainly because it was expected of her, and the bonds demonstrated themselves by holding her hooves against her body in a sleeping position. She looked over at her master as he carried her toward their bed.
“Sleep 615,” Shining said, laying her down and pulling a blanket over her body. “In the morning we will talk about where we go from here. For now, just sleep.”
“Yes Master,” 615 said, snuggling down and feeling the liquid trapped inside her slosh a bit, reminding her of whose she was. “615 is happy to have pleased her Master.” She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep under her master’s watchful eye.
Cadance woke from a nightmare, panting for breath. Panic returned as she tried to move her legs, and failed. They were held by an elastic tension that let her extend them almost all the way, but then snapped them back against her body the moment she stopped straining with her full strength.
Twice, Cadance repeated the cycle of stretching out a leg and then having it pulled back against her. She gathered herself for another try, before noticing her legs and body were covered in the shiny, black substance of the slave suit and memory washed away her terror.
“You know, this manual is full of interesting tidbits,” Shining Armor said, turning to look down at the helpless mare beside him. As he did, Cadance saw the eyes of her beloved’s eyes flare with a green incandescent flare she was more than familiar with.
“You!” Cadance exclaimed. “GUA—”
“615 suit, full muzzle,” Shining Armor said, and the suit flowed around and into Cadance’s mouth not only locking her jaws together but also pinning her tongue in place to prevent any speech on the part of panicked princess.
Unable to shout to warn anypony, Cadance used all the alicorn strength she had to get to her hooves, jump out of bed and run to the door. At least that’s what she tried to do. Instead, she made only a few strides away before the elastic cords of the suit overcame even her adrenaline fueled strength, and snapped her legs back up against her body.
She lay there against the carpet, muzzle only letting the smallest of noises escape while she tried again and again to get her hooves under her. What made things even worse, was that at some point the suit’s plugs had started working in her again, and as Cadance tried to buck and struggle, the twin shafts rubbed and stroked at the thin wall of flesh between them until the mare wasn’t sure if she was whimpering in terror or moaning in ecstacy.
“Shining” let her struggle for a full minute before he got out of bed and walked over to her.
“This is where you belong, Cadance,” the unicorn said, a cruel smirk on his face. “Bound, helpless, and at my hooves. It’s where you’re going to spend the rest of your hopefully very long life. We’ll start off with something easy. Call me ‘Mistress,’ my little slave.”
The green flame flared from Shining Armor’s eyes again, this time flowing over his entire body, and when it faded away the long, lean and viciously dark form of Queen Chrysalis stood over Cadance, whose muffled reply was both short and elegant.
“Fuff feww,” Cadance managed to get past the muzzle.
“Oh my sweet little toy,” Chrysalis said, smiling and stroking Cadance’s mane with a hoof. “I was so hoping that would be your response. Now I get to play. Oh, and don’t bother hoping for rescue by your knight in shining armor. He hasn’t been here for a very long time now.”
Cadance’s muffled wail of despair was audible even through her muzzle, as Chrysalis began to explore all the ways she could play with her new toy.
Author's Note
Yes, I decided to start off the New Year right. With some fetish clop that I hope at least some of you enjoyed. ~~This story came to me while re-reading the foundation for the middle section of the story.~~
~~An author friend of mine, who is no longer very active on Fimfiction, wrote the nightmare section some time back. I saved it because I occasionally like tales of dark and delicious terror, and while I've modified it a great deal, it is still good and proper of me to acknowledge their contribution and inspiration while keeping their name private, as is their normal desire.~~
My Twilight Learned story is on something of a hiatus at the moment, due to limited time to write. I do intend to get back to it though, as soon as I can, and I hope enjoyed this story of a possible bad end to that tale.
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Cadance struggled with everything she had, but the stretchy latex bonds of the suit that held her refused to break, only allowing her to extend her limbs so far before pulling them in tight against her body. As she fought the implacable grip of the fiendish thing that held her body captive, Chrysalis mockingly stroked her mane and petted her head as if she were some sort of pet, writhing on the floor for the demented monarch’s enjoyment.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” Chrysalis gloated, her touch gliding over Cadance’s ebon clad curves. “The moment when I could show you that there is never any escape from the hive. You are, and always have been mine.”
The alicorn’s scream of furious denial was as eloquent as it was inarticulate. Cadance fought to free herself, even though she knew it was impossible, because surrender would become acceptance, acceptance would become obedience, and obedience would become submission.
“I wonder if even once you had even the smallest suspicion that I had replaced Shining Armor from the very beginning, and that one of my drones had taken your place after your capture,” Chrysalis continued in her cackling monologue. “Twilight Sparkle might have seen through the drone, but she never twigged to the fact that I had taken the place of her brother.”
Stunned by the words she was hearing, Cadance stopped fighting the suit for a moment, which took advantage of the juncture to run an elastic cord from her tailcuff to her collar, forcing the mare to arch her back. Even as the tension in the line forced her head and tail up, confusion ran through her mind.
She knew Shining Armor. Knew him in all the little ways a wife knew her husband. She knew his caring, his love, his power and the strength he had used to become the first stallion to place a foal in the belly of an alicorn. That this thing claimed to have been all of that, all along made no sense…
“Avaunt, Fiend!” came a furious battlecry as Princess Luna passed through the crystal wall of Twilight’s castle like it wasn’t even there, blasting at Chrysalis with her cobalt blue magic.
Cadance was treated to yet another shock when instead of being blasted through a wall and exploding into bits, the fiend that had been taunting her began to simply evaporate.
“You will never be rid of me,” hissed Chrysalis, as the last bits of her body began to disappear. “I will be waiting for you, in your dreamsss.”
“And they call me ‘Nightmare’,” Luna derided with a snort, before bending down to lift a suddenly free Cadance back up to her hooves. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Cadance replied, quivers in her legs giving the lie to words. “Wait, I’m not muzzled. How? Hang on a second… am I dreaming?”
“Indeed you are, Cadance,” Luna replied, taking a moment to steady the mare before beginning a slow circuit to examine the other pony. “You were experiencing a most vicious nightmare. Tell me, what troubles thee so?”
“Nothing!” Cadance exclaimed, turning her head to follow Luna. “Shining and I just had some of the best sex ever. We even feel asleep together in the afterglow.”
“Something doth vex thee greatly,” Luna responded, stopping to run her hoof along the glossy black that covered Cadance’s spine, all the way from nape to dock. “Nopony experiences such terrors unless they are troubled by something. Talk to me.”
Cadance shivered slightly, both at the commanding tone and at how possessive Luna’s hoof had felt as it had run, and was still running, along her back and flanks. The lunar alicorn’s face was oddly intent, and Cadance remembered that she had never seen Luna with a date or a companion of any sort since her return.
“It’s this suit,” Cadance began, smiling internally as Luna pulled her hoof away from the material like a foal caught with its hoof in the cookie jar. “Along with its control collar, it makes me into the utterly helpless captive of whoever is in control. With it, Shining can make me do anything he wants, make me feel anything he wants, make me be anything he wants. It was wonderful.”
“I think I understand,” Luna replied, thinking hard. “As an alicorn you are more powerful than your husband, and his superior in many ways, but because you love him as deeply as he loves you, you have sought to remedy this imbalance and give him time as the ascendant one in your relationship.”
“Everything we’ve tried up until now falls apart the second I tap into my alicorn abilities,” Cadance confirmed, edging herself a little closer to Luna and offering her flank to the older pony to see what she would do. “This suit though, it uses my own magic to keep me bound, so it’s just as strong as I am. As long as Shining keeps it on me, he gets to be the one in charge, and I don’t have to worry about hurting him accidentally.”
Luna’s eyes grew a little wider at Cadance’s words and brought her head close to examine the suit. Cadance would feel Luna’s soft breath on the back of her neck, where suit, collar and flesh met. “T’is truly a marvel. But the rich blackness of this sheath you wear reflects a dark fear within, the true reason for your nightmare, and why this fantastical object has brought both pleasure and fear to thee, has it not?”
“Chrysalis captured me before my wedding with incredible ease. The only reason she kept me alive was in case she needed me later on. It was terrifying,” Cadance stated, as she felt Luna’s breath trace the path her hoof had left earlier, and the Alicorn of Love felt her tail begin to lift in response. “Ah... I still worry that I will never really be free of her or what she did to me. That she’s just waiting to finish me off, or catch me again to use as some kind of living battery for her swarm.”
“Thou art truly free of her, and so long as Shining Armor claims you as his own true love that fiend shall never have thee,” Luna said, running a hoof along the tight binding of Cadance’s underside, making the young alicorn’s core ache for something solid to clamp down on. “There is nothing we would not do to reclaim you from her, should she ever try again.”
“Luna,” Cadance began, her voice husky as Luna’s touches rekindled the fires inside of her, “is there something you want? I know there’s something I want.”
“I… I’m sorry,” Luna replied, jerking her hoof and face back, her face blushing. “I should not have been so forward. I… I should go.”
“How long has it been, Luna?” Cadance taking her own opportunity to circle the princess. “How long since you been with anypony?”
“Not since before my Fall,” Luna replied, hanging her head. “The ponies of this time still fear me. What I became.”
“Not every pony,” Cadance stated, taking a moment to smell the floral scents in Luna’s mane. “I know of several ponies that would be more than happy to spend time with you.”
“As said, we are alicorns. Our strength and power can only be borne by a pony of rare stature and fortitude,” Luna responded, with a sigh. “Few and far between are such stallions, or mares.”
“What about Applejack’s brother? I’ve seen you looking at him. Don’t try to deny it now,” Cadance said, keeping her voice light even as her leapt at the realization that like herself, Luna enjoyed the company of mares as well as stallions.
“Indeed, he is a most virile stallion, and I had considered taking him as a Royal Consort. But alas, another has spoken for his heart and I will not gainsay a choice made from true love,” Luna replied with an even deeper sigh. “I will leave you to your rest.”
“Wait,” Cadance commanded. “Luna, what about me?”
“Cadance, thou are most comely, and thy raiment is most fetching, but as I said, I do not gainsay a choice made from true love,” Luna answered, a sad smile on her face, but as the Princess of the Night again slipped into her archaic speech, Cadance knew that Luna desired her. “Shining Armor loves thee, and thee, him.”
“I am the Princess of Love,” Cadance responded, stepping back up beside Luna until the two were almost touching. “Shining Armor would not only understand, but approve. He would love to service you… as would I.”
Luna gasped as Cadance struck as swiftly as a snake to nuzzle the sensitive spot just under the corner of Luna’s jawbone. As Cadance continued to work the underside of Luna’s jaw, she drew a series of small and happy moans from the dark princess until she pulled away.
“Cadance, are thee sure of this? Yea verily, I thirst to taste thy nectar with mine own lips, for thou art truly desirable, clad as thou art in gleaming night,” Luna lifted Cadance’s chin, cyan eyes locking with purple. “Still, I would fain cut off mine own hoof than harm thee or thy husband, either by word or deed. I must be certain that thou would suffer no harm from my attentions, for my lusts are most puissant, and I would be wanton in the slaking of them.”
“Luna, I’m an alicorn, just as strong and tough as you are. Besides, this suit not only makes a prisoner, it’s also armor, so there is nothing you can do that would give me any kind of lasting harm,” Cadance assured Luna. “As for Shining Armor, he’s just as likely to join in as much as anything else. Come to me Luna. Show me the true power of the Night.”
Luna’s wings burst out from her sides in a glorious display of pegasus arousal, and it was with some difficulty that she was able to pull them back in.
“Rouse thyself then,” Luna growled, the hunger in her voice sending an answering spike of desire through Cadance. “I shall come to thee. I shall come for thee.”
With a rippling snap Luna was gone from Cadance’s dream and now that the younger alicorn was fully aware of her dreaming state it was a simple matter of will for her to wake herself up. As she woke, her body immediately reacquainted her mind with several interesting sensations.
First, was the welcome warmth of Shining Armor against her back as he held her in a loose embrace. Second, was the awareness that she was still encapsulated in the suit that had bonded itself to her. Third, that her body let her know that she was still collared through the feel of the unyielding metal circle fused in an unbreakable arc around her throat. Fourth and final was the equally firm and unyielding plug in her nethers that Shining had left there in order to lock his seed inside of her.
Small and careful movement told Cadance that Shining had not left her hooves bound, nor had he leashed her to the bed, so it was only with some difficulty that the alicorn was able to slide out from the embrace of her husband to stand up by the bed. During which movement the plug buried deep into her sex moved and rolled causing all manner of sensations.
I hope Luna can figure out some way to get this thing out of me, Cadance thought to herself as she slipped silently into a side room. Or at least a way to work around it.
Moments later a shadow appeared outside the room’s window and Princess Luna ghosted in once Cadance had opened the window for her.
“Thou art even more desirable in pony,” Luna stated simply, before folding her wings about Cadance and drawing her into a deep kiss, feathered touches sliding up and down Cadance’s body.
“We may… may have a small problem,” Cadance gasped a minute later, when Luna had allowed her to come up for air. “I’m completely sealed in.”
“What do you mean?” Luna replied, then frowned slightly as Cadance turned to present her backside and showing off the unbroken darkness covering her intimate spaces. “How does this device work? How did Shining Armor cause it to seal you in like this?”
“My collar recognizes his voice,” Cadance explained, trying not to groan as Luna examined the covering over her pussy with her hooves. “It controls the suit into doing what he says with a series of set commands.”
“T’is a simple matter then,” Luna stated, and Cadance saw Luna’s magic move over the elder alicorn’s throat. “Suit, release thy captive.”
Cadance felt her eyebrows shoot up. It was a decidedly good imitation of Shining’s voice that Luna was giving, but her hopes were dashed as the suit remained inert.
“Odd, that should have been sufficient,” Luna remarked. “Cadance, is there any special way that Shining gives his commands? Particular words or phrases he uses?”
“Yes!” Cadance exclaimed, before covering her muzzle in fear of waking Shining, still asleep in the next room. “He calls to himself as ‘Control’ and he refers to the suit as either ‘615’ or ‘Suit 615’. Plus he is very specific about what he tells the suit to do.” She went on to give Luna all the examples of orders that Shining had given the suit that she could remember.
“I see,” Luna said, when the explanation was over, still using Shining Armor’s voice. “Let us try this again. 615 Suit, this is Control, acknowledge.”
“Control acknowledged,” came the pre-recorded voice from the suit.
“Excellent,” Luna commented, before adding, “615 suit, this is Control. Allow rear access and release 615’s wings.”
“Acknowledged,” said the suit, and Cadance had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything as the plug in her withdrew and cool air washed against her lower lips.
“Excellent, now to see about removing this collar,” Luna began, only to be interrupted by Cadance.
“Don’t. The suit will go into a sort of default ‘capture mode’ and bind me up completely,” Cadance quickly interrupted, before continuing. “Besides, I actually like the collar. It shows that I’m the owned mare of the ‘Dark Lord of the South’.”
“‘Dark Lord’?” Luna began, confused for a moment before shaking her head and smiling. “Ah yes, role-play. Well, in my role as Empress Polpatine, I am the greatest of the South Lords, and as such, you will obey me as you would my apprentice, Dark Armor.”
“Wait,” Cadance said, smiling as Luna looped a thin rope through her collar. “You know about the South Lords?”
“Indeed,” Luna replied absently, as she used the collar as an anchor point to weave a harness around her prey. “For the first year of my return I spent many spare hours reading fiction and writing adventures for ‘Ogres & Oubliettes’. The ‘Tomb of Doom’ was perhaps my best work.”
“Shining loves that one,” Cadance said, feeling the thin rope press in all around her, even through the insulation of the suit. “He says it’s one of the best modules ever.”
“I thank thee,” Luna replied, and with a final tug Cadance felt the last of the complex web of rope cinch into place around her. “You may struggle if you wish, you will find it will avail you not.”
Cadance did as she was bid, not because she expected to be able to get away, but because it was expected of her. One thing that became immediately clear was that Luna had made sure that the securing knots of her harness were well out of reach of hooves, wings or a questing mouth. Also, tethers connected her to the walls and ceiling of the room, allowing her a few bare inches of slack in any direction.
“Why am I bound like this, Luna?,” Cadance asked, trotting in place a bit. “I can still move my legs and wings. You haven’t even bridled me.”
“Impudent wench,” Luna chastised, with a stinging smack to Cadance’s left hindquarter as she got back into character. “Thou shalt address me as ‘Empress’. Failure to do so will result in… chastisement.”
“Yes Luna,” Cadance replied with a small smirk, and earning herself another smack on the right side. The heat of the stinging blows beginning to burn straight through to her core.
“Thou dost have an insolent tongue in thy mouth,” Luna concluded, levitating a crop with her magic to provide another pair of stinging slaps to different spots on Cadance’s ass cheeks. “Thou has earned time muzzled most strictly, but I have a better use for thy tongue and mouth.”
Luna positioned herself in front of Cadance, tail high, revealing a dark blue length of flesh that was absolutely weeping with moisture and it was clear to Cadance what was desired of her. With yet another slap of the crop to the curve of her ass to encourage her, Cadance moved forward, mouth extended, only to be brought short barely an inch shy of her goal.
“I can’t reach,” Cadance gasped out, lines of rope pressuring her body around her joints, across her chest, pressing around the bases of her teats, and even forcing her tail to lift high as she strained to move that last precious inch.
“Try harder, wench,” the Empress commanded with a series of stinging slaps, urging her latest captive toward the source of royal nectar. Cadance struggled forward, silver collar digging into her throat and cutting off her air. As the burning in her lungs began to match the burning in her rear, Cadance finally closed the distance and buried her muzzle into the dark blueberry folds of the royal plot.
“Oh… oh yes,” Luna gasped, shedding her role as quickly as she had donned it, under the ministrations of the skilled tongue and lips of the Alicorn of Love. “Yes. Oh gods yes. Right there.”
As Cadance worked her tongue and lips up and down the most sensitive flesh of her captor, the small trickle of moisture from within began to increase until it was a swift flowing stream, wetting her nose and muzzle. A small nubbin of flesh rose and the slowly suffocating pony latched onto it and began suckling on it as if it were life itself.
Luna gave a small whinny of pleasure as Cadance captured Luna’s clit with her lips and began to lash it with her tongue as vigorously as Luna had cropped Cadance’s ass. The midnight mare had only meant to test Cadance’s resolve, to see for herself how the other mare truly reacted to being compelled to service another, but instead Luna had found herself as the prisoner with a shackle of lips locked tight around one of her most pleasurable parts.
With an abrupt gasp for breath Cadance withdrew, and Luna turned to check on her partner. There Cadance stood, face dripping with Luna’s juices, heaving sides straining for breath against the tight web of rope around her body, and a look of sensual satisfaction large on her face.
“How... Was... That?” Cadance gasped out, in a series of panting breaths. “Have I pleased you, Empress?”
“Thou art truly dangerous with thy mouth and tongue,” Luna answered, noting that Cadance’s own legs were as slick as hers. “Methinks you do indeed need a muzzle.”
“And just how do you plan on that, Oh Em—mrrph!” Candace began, silenced as Luna covered Cadance’s mouth with her own, driving her tongue in to rob the Alicorn of Love of her ability to speak.
For long moments the pair stood there, mouths interlocked with tongues writhing in an erotic oral dance, until Luna dragged Cadance down to the floor, her magic parting Cadance’s tethers with her last bits of exterior awareness. For both mares nothing existed other than the body of their partner, a wonderland of pleasures spread out before each of them.
So it was no surprise that neither alicorn noticed an awakened Shining Armor poking his nose into the room to see where all the noise was coming from.
For some unknown length of time the stallion just stood there, dumbstruck by the erotic display of sex and sexuality that was his wife and Princess Luna writhing and intertwining on the floor in front of him. Slowly his hoof descended toward his hardening member as it dropped from its sheath, a gleam of pre-cum glinting from its tip.
A few strokes was all it needed to bring Shining Armor to full hardness, and he moved to approach the couple on the floor, who were each now muzzle deep into the spread flower of the other. Luna had her eyes completely closed with her nose buried as far as possible into Cadance’s soft tunnel, the lunar alicorn lapping at Cadance’s deepest depths with the tip of her tongue.
Cadance, on the other hoof, was ministering to Luna’s nub and inner folds, attempting to wipe them clean with her tongue before going deeper, having to pause often as Luna’s forceful technique threatened to bring her to an early orgasm. Lifting her head for a moment to fight down another wave of pleasure she became aware of the presence of her husband.
Both ponies caught each other’s eye and there was a moment of instant, unspoken communication, and Shining’s face split into a smile as his wife plunged her muzzle back into the soft depths of Luna’s folds, forcing the older alicorn to cry out in joy as a pink tongue began to curl into her holy of holies.
Moving somewhat awkwardly with his member at full attention, Shining Armor slipped out of the room and down the hall to Starlight Glimmer’s lab. The lab where she had been working on the original suit and collar that Twilight had brought back from her adventures in other dimensions. The lab where the few copies of the suit and its collar existed.
Shining Armor ghosted into the lab, and spotted three more suits, each in its own containment jar with a matching control collar around it. The stallion grinned and was about to check the labels of the jars when a clink of metal on metal caused him to look into the corner.
Lying in a cage set with a time lock was Starlight Glimmer, her body wrapped in another skintight black suit symbiote, silver collar with a chain leash gleaming brightly in the low light against the black. The mare’s head lifted from the sleeping pad she was on, and Shining saw that Starlight was not only leashed and collared, but fully hooded and muzzled as well.
Must have heard the door open Shining thought to himself, grabbing a containment jar at random, and not realizing in his haste that he had grabbed the original suit and not one of Starlight’s reprogrammed copies. Good thing she likes self-bondage and can’t see a thing right now.
Moving as quietly as he could, Shining Armor returned to the room where his wife and Luna were engaged in their furious struggle of seeing who could make the other cum first. Sealing the door behind him, Shining opened up the jar, and poured out the symbiote, which immediately tried to move toward Shining Armor.
With a slight snicker, the stallion scooped up the small black mass with his magic and promptly placed it onto Luna’s back, just forward of her tail. The symbiote paused for a moment, as if deciding what to do, before beginning to spread itself across Luna’s back and wrapping itself around her barrel.
So lost was the Princess of the Night in the circle of both giving and receiving joy, that she did not take notice as her dark blue fur was swiftly overwhelmed by gleaming blackness. The suit flowed over Luna’s body from neck to tip of tail, only leaving her pussy exposed, so that it did not seal Cadance’s head and mouth inside itself.
Not even when Shining Armor fused the control collar around her throat did Luna notice that anything was amiss. Not until the suit began to give Luna tiny shocks all along her body as part of the bonding process did she realize anything unusual was happening. Teats tingling as the suit tickled them, Luna gave out a lustful groan as her ass was invaded by the suit's tail plug.
“Oh, that is wondrous,” Luna moaned out. “Yes, fill mine depths. Take me wholly, as thy wanton whore.” It was the last thing Luna managed to say before the suit finished its capture of her by hooding and gagging the princess until only her nostrils were visible.
“Suit,” Shining Armor stated aloud, touching Luna’s collar with his magic. “This is Control, acknowledge.”
“Control acknowledged,” the collar replied, as Cadance’s tongue, combined with the tail plug and teat shocks, drove thoughts of resistance from Luna’s mind.
“Designate Suit 616,” Shining Armor continued. “Begin stimulation routines.”
“Negative,” responded the collar, surprising Shining Armor. “Captive recognized as ‘Target Prime’, Suit designation is Suit 001.”
“Luna, do you want us to stop and get you out?” Shining called, placing his ear beside Luna’s covered one to be sure she could hear him.
Her mind mazed with pleasure all Luna comprehended was, “Do you want us to stop?” To which Luna furious shook her head.
“Okay then,” Shining said, with a smile. “Back off, 615. I want to see what my newest pony tastes like.”
Obediently Cadance stepped away, and as Shining Armor moved into her place with his own practiced tongue, she slid below her stallion and began to worship his cock. With long, slow, loving care, her broad velvet tongue slid along his turgid length, causing it to swell even further. Her tongue caressed his balls with a delicate cupping motion, his powerful musk a spicy delight to her senses.
For his part, Shining had to control himself from almost the moment Cadance’s lips touched his flesh with their skilled and knowing touch. Desperate to divert himself from the lightning gathering in his groin, he busied himself with nibbling and sucking at the succulent folds of the royal plot spread before him, Luna’s moans and shudders guiding him along.
As for Luna, with all of her senses cut off save smell and touch, she was lost in an ocean of dark pleasure. The feelings and sensations she was experiencing were all that she had dreamed of, all that she had wanted, and more. She was riding along the forming curl of an orgasm that was threatening to be like a tsunami when a voice began to whisper to her.
“Submit. Obey,” began the voice. “Let go of your cares. Submit to Control. Feel the joy in obedience. Submit to Control.”
“Smit,” murmured Luna, groaning as Shining’s nose and tongue quested deeper along the path his wife had blazed.
“Feel the pleasure in submission. Submit to Control,” chanted the soft voice in her ears. “Let go of your rage. Obey Control. Feel the joy in obedience. Obey Control.”
“‘Bey,” Luna moaned through her muzzle, as the tail plug joined in the erotic assault.
“Submit, and all will love you. Submit to Control,” gently urged the voice of the suit, continuing in its Prime Directive to bind, contain, to turn the Nightmare Moon of its world into a biddable, docile mare. “Obey, and protect everypony. Submit to Control. Obedience is safety. Submission is pleasure. Obey Control, and be safe.”
“Plth,” Luna begged through her muzzle, the tidal wave of her orgasm threatening to crash down at any moment. Shining Armor was deep inside of her now, frantic in his own efforts to stave off his own climax. “Yth. Sbmit, ‘bey. Wll.”
“Will you obey? Obedience is pleasure.” asked the voice, recognizing that Luna was seconds away from orgasmic surrender. “Will you submit? Submission is safety.”
“Yth!” Luna cried out, as her body began to quake and spasm. Her paroxysms shattering Shining Armor’s control and forcing him to surrender to his wife’s ministrations, his own orgasm sending his seed arcing out in pulses that splattered on the bodies of both mares with equal abandon. “Yth! Yth! Sbmit! ‘Bey! Yth!”
Some distant time later, when Shining Armor’s mind returned to his body, he looked up from the pleasured pony pile he was part of and smiled as yet another wicked thought crossed his mind…
“I’m really glad to have you here for an early breakfast, Princess Celestia,” Twilight Sparkle said, smiling over at her mentor across a light breakfast of berries and creme fraiche. “It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to just sit down like this.”
Celestia had raised the sun only a little while ago, and had decided to accept the standing invitation of her student and friend to come visit.
“You have come a long way, my former student,” Celestia replied, with a pleased voice. “I’m so very proud at how well you’ve dealt with all the changes in your life.”
“I couldn’t have done it without all the things you taught me,” Twilight complimented, tilting her ears as the sound of measured hoofbeats began to be heard through the window. “That’s coming from the practice grounds. I didn’t know anypony from my guard had anything scheduled for today.”
“I’m sorry I had to saddle you with the Twilight Guard, but as a Princess of Equestria you not only needed, but deserved protection for yourself, and your loved ones,” Celestia commented before taking a large mouthful of berries and creme. Raising the sun was hard work, after all.
“Well, I was a little mad at first, but then I got used t—ARUGHBLG!” garbled Twilight as Celestia ejected her mouthful of cream and berries directly into Twilight’s face.
“What the hay was that all about?” Twilight demanded as she grabbed for a towel, blobs of white cream and chunks of berries slowly dripping and sliding down her face. “Princess?”
Celestia hadn’t moved, and continued to stare wide-eyed out the window.
“Princess?” Twilight asked again, wiping the white liquid from her face. “Celestia? What’s wrong?”
Celestia said nothing, simply pointing a hoof out the window, and when Twilight came around the table to have a look she realized what had thrown the unflappable Celestia for a loop.
There, prancing across the practice field side-by-side with a measured stride, were Cadance and Luna. Both mares were encased in their gleaming black body suits that covered them from neck to dock. Over their suits each wore a bridle and harness of gleaming black straps and silver buckles that bound them firmly to a chariot that they were pulling together in tandem.
At the controls of the chariot stood a proud and resplendent Shining Armor, his skillful hoof on the reins controlling the two mares in front of him with ease, while they pranced along with the pride and poise of models showing off a new fashion line.
“Oh my,” was all Twilight could say, until a soft voice whispered in her ear.
“You know, my former student, I do believe you have two more of those suits. Don’t you?” Celestia asked, in a soft voice that sent a thrill down Twilight’s spine. “Maybe we should let your brother have the full set of princesses to pull his chariot. What do you think?”
Author's Note
So, a few notes here:
When I first wrote Descent I ended it with a bit of a horror twist, and it turned out to be a dreadful mistake that has preyed on my mind from pretty much the day it went live. Since then I've tried to come up with a way to fix things.
Various ideas were thought of and rejected. Such as simply editing out the ending, deleting and republishing it, as well as a couple of other plans.
During my past month off I was watching an old retrospective of some classic TV from when I was young. Among the shows was "Dallas," a big budget, prime-time drama. One of the biggest twists in the show was when at the end of one season they ret-conned the entire season by making the death of a major character at the start of the season be nothing but a dream.
Which lead me to the idea I used for this second, and likely last chapter of this story. I hope it satisfies.
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