Compliance is Sorcery!

A Pathetic Fraud tried as best she could to remain focused. In spite of her admittedly feeble intellect, the seriousness of her situation was not lost on her. Starlight Glimmer, through her peerless mastery of magic and planning, had backed the sorry excuse for a Princess into what felt more and more to be an inescapable corner.

Her eyes flicked momentarily, and without intention, across the table. They were drawn there in fear and fascination, in the same way one might peer over the edge of cliff to look upon the vast open space beneath. As they met the mortal sorceress', the imposter Princess felt it, an unsettling sort of twinge, like that of first seeing the solid, indifferent ground stretching out below, and immediately cast her own eyes downward.

But only slightly.

They hitched on their way, fixing themselves on the blue gem - that cheap, inconsequential bauble - that hung from Starlight's choker. The pitiable Princess found herself fascinated. Not by the gem itself, for it was, as ever, entirely beneath her notice, but by something strange that she could just barely glimpse within it.

It was a fleeting glint, a trick of the light, surely, she thought... but her eyes refused to budge. There was something more to it. A shade or a blur somewhere within the dully carved facets. A whisper of a presence that she felt, despite the triviality of the gem, was somehow important.

There was a rustling of fabric, a hiss or a gasp, the feel of smooth, lifeless stone, but all of it amounted to nothing. A melange of sensations which faded away until they were nothing. She couldn't dwell on them. Not right now. For reasons she couldn't quite place, she felt drawn towards whatever it was she was seeing.

Gazing deeper, and deeper, and deeper still, forgetting herself and the severity of her circumstances and instead, trying to discern - to put a name to the shapes that obscured themselves behind the glittering blue reflections, pulling away each time she tried to bring them into focus.

That same, awful twinge, a creeping dread that began seeping in, and a weight of foreboding pressing down on her as she drew closer and closer to the cliff's edge. The ledge grew thinner and more unstable, yet she was compelled forward, trying in vain to put a name to the formless shapes that so commanded her attention. There was something about them. Familiar but foreign, terrifying but necessary, tugging at her relentlessly until -

"Can I get you something, Princess?"

The shapes within the gem vanished and in their stead, the fullness of reality and sensations deferred, fell upon the worthless pretender in tiny fragments like drops of rain.

The first was the dress, the feel of it, gripping tightly against her as it strained to hold its tailored shape in her new position. That came second - that she was no longer in her chair. She had, at some point, risen from it, and was now sprawled half way across the table, balanced precariously on one knee, her right hand outstretched, her fingers stopping just short of Starlight's choker.

An inferno erupted along her cheeks, and Starlight gave a knowing smirk. What little there was that A Pathetic Fraud's dress left to the imagination had become as much a fact as gravity, and the spellbinding sorceress had taken note, directing her query to the pair of colossal royal tits that hung, cradled by strands of taut golden silk before her, rather than to their owner.

Starlight could reach out and touch her.

More than that, she could reach out and feel her.

If she so chose, she could slip a hand beneath the overtaxed fabric and hold the full weight of them in the palm of her hand.

A Pathetic Fraud's gave an involuntary whimper at the thought, and the breathtaking magus' smile expanded.

She knew.

Somehow, Starlight Glimmer knew.

She knew that though she tried to hide it, and though she would deny it, the disappointment of a Diarch would melt at her touch. That for A Pathetic Fraud to be made helpless for the abuse of the beautiful and brilliant Starlight Glimmer was a thought which aroused and disturbed her in equal measure.

She had spent her whole life at war with her true nature. She had played the role as best she could, the role she had been born into, the good Princess, the wise ruler, the benevolent Goddess.

But in truth she was none of those things.

She was a pervert.

A slut.

A perpetual slave to her basest, most carnal desires.

In any just world she would have been born a harem girl, or a whore, or perhaps even a circus attraction. She would have lived a life in which her obscene, indecent body could be put to its proper use, and she could be as she had always been meant to be: an object. An object to be used and filled and sucked and fucked for all eternity. That should have been her destiny.

She had never been cut out to be a Princess. Her endless parade of failures and defeats were testament enough to that. But even so, her subjects had been loyal. They had endured her incompetence, even idolising and adoring her in spite of it.

But Starlight was different.

Better.

In only a few short years, she had seen through a charade that had lasted centuries. Perhaps she had never been fooled at all. Now she sat here, and it was not worship that gleamed in her eyes, but rather a covetousness, a contempt that left something within her to restively stir.

A lash of cool air swept through the room, and A Pathetic Fraud felt it brush against her bare sex. A shameful thrill tingled up her spine, and she was reminded that her sister could no doubt see every intimate millimetre of her if she hadn't already averted her gaze.

The thought shook her, undoing her precarious balancing act. Trying to remain upright she began to shift, her left hand plunged into something cool and squishy, but that was the least of her concerns.

As she listed to one side, she felt the table do the same, and with a flash of panic, a vision of the whole thing, the plates, the tea, all of it, and herself with it, capsizing, flashed in her mind.

She braced for it. For gravity to have its way with her, and felt her stomach vanish from her body.

Then it stopped.

The whole table, everything, and everyone on it held still beneath a veil of turquoise light. While A Pathetic Fraud had frozen in fear, Starlight Glimmer, ever the quick thinker, had averted disaster, stabilising the table, and the pretender to the throne upon it. When her spell was released, A Pathetic Fraud slunk backward to her chair, mumbling as she beat her retreat: "I - I was just hoping to take a - a better look at your necklace..."

"Why, sister.." Luna interjected, uncovering her eyes as A Pathetic Fraud took her seat, a nervous laugh upon her lips. "When we wish to do such things... we ask." The last words came in an admonishing hiss, and the elder Goddess gave a chastened nod in reply.

"Yes - yes, of course... I just - F-forgive me..."

"Nonsense!" Starlight replied, "For the Princess of Equestria to take an interest in my choker - I can't think of any greater compliment. And it is quite a nice gem, isn't it, Princess? If you'd like a closer look I could -"

"No! No. That won't be necessary - thank you."

Mind stell reeling, A Pathetic Fraud looked to a layer cake near the table's centre, and then to her left arm. She had been into it up to her elbow when she lost her balance. It looked to her now like an old building mid way through demolition.

How could she begin to explain this? She didn't even understand what had happened. How she had lost herself so totally, or what she had seen. What must Luna think of her now?

She took up her panties, still neatly folded at her side and damp to the touch. Staying the course was her only option. The delusion that she might be able to match her wits against Starlight was now a distant memory, but if she could just maintain the thinnest veneer of normalcy, perhaps she could buy more time and get lucky.

She held her underwear up for the table to see, and made to set them to her arm, but stopped upon hearing the trill of Starlight's spoon against the rim of her teacup. F-natural, A Pathetic Fraud noted, and set her panties down. There was a pang of... not hunger, per se, as such things fell outside the domain of the divine - but a craving, a sudden need to have... and her eyes fell upon the plate of eclairs.

'We need to focus.' she told herself. 'And we can't concentrate until we eat something.'

She chose one, conspicuous among the pile for its size. While the others would fit comfortably in the hands of mortals, this one was more than twice as large, stretching along both her hands, and sagging at one end beyond them. There was an off comfort to it, its soft shell and heft, for some reason, feeling familiar and almost nostalgic.

She held it overhead, licking her full, ripe lips as she did, and polishing the gold of her lipstick.

'Starlight had shown herself capable of weaving seamlessly between subtle and bombastic illusions. Something so simple fell well within the bounds of her nigh-incomprehensibly vast intellect...' the disgrace of a Diarch pondered, placing a gentle kiss on the pastry's tip, and then parting her glistening lips, inviting it between them.

The titanic confection only barely fit inside her mouth, requiring that she stretch her jaw uncomfortably wide to accommodate its girth, but the taste made it well worth the effort. It was almost overpoweringly sweet. The glossy chocolate shell began to melt the moment it breached her lips, dribbling down the sides and clinging to the inside of her mouth. It was perhaps the best tasting pastry she had ever eaten. She closed her eyes, focusing the whole of her senses on the experience of having such a confectionary wonder inside of her. To devour it all at once would be a terrible waste. This was something to be savoured.

'Starlight can create visions for us...' she thought, sliding the enormous length of the pastry backward, and then forward again, relaxing her throat as she did to take it deeper with each pass. 'She can trick our senses, but our mind is still our own...' Her tongue slipped along the base of it, dancing along every millimetre, peeling away thin flakes of perfect crust.

There was a sense of reassurance, however slight, in knowing that despite Starlight's immense magical powers, even she was not without limit. But that still left many questions. What had she seen? What had Starlight shown her? And why did she react as she did?

Her adversary's teacup trilled for a second time, and A Pathetic Fraud froze, the near foot-long pastry all but invisible, buried in her mouth and down her throat. Languidly, she guided it back into the open where it hung in her hands, stripped of its chocolate shell and dribbling down her chest.

She held it there, opening and half-crossing her eyes as they fixed on its end, a few centimetres out from her face. Her mouth shaped in a wide, inviting 'O', her tongue extended, twitching slightly as anticipation began to build.

'We must be missing something...'

The cup trilled again, and A Pathetic Fraud tightened her grasp, forcing a gush of white, creamy frosting to explode outward.

It flowed over her, first into her mouth, eliciting an approving hum as perfect vanilla sweetness filled her. Soon, however it overflowed, running in slow, sticky rivers down her chin, and then her chest. The pure white filling took on a luminescent sheet against her dark, flawless skin.

She moved it higher above her, running her hands along its length, milking it for every last drop, and turning her face from side to side until her cheeks were coated, and she had been bathed in every last drop.

With the word 'savour' still at the fore of her mind, she refused to swallow. Instead she sat with a wanton grin, opening her mouth wide and letting ever more of it flow down along her body. She swept her tongue in the saccharine pool, and gargled with it, so that tiny bubbles popped and sprayed themselves along her skin. It was only at the sound of the teacup's trill that she finally allowed herself to finish, taking it all in one wonderful gulp, her craving satisfied as suddenly as it had come over her.

She reached for her panties again, first running them along her arm, and then, across her face, and over her chest. When the bulbous dollops of filling were little more than white streaks along her skin, she wadded them up, turned towards her sister, and began to work her tongue over them.

Luna's stare was cold. Her ageless features were weathered with worry, the facade of calm collection that she had maintained throughout this ordeal entirely discarded. Her lips were pressed together in a thin, almost invisible line, the edges of her mouth turned downward, and her whole body leaning ever so slightly inward, as if stalled midway toward offering comfort.

She was scared.

And she had every right to be.

As far as she knew, her elder sister, the fat-titted figurehead of the nation had lost her mind. A Pathetic Fraud spread out her licked clean panties for everyone to see, but appeals to normalcy and royal convention could not dispel her doubts. Not at this point.

Luna's intelligence and perception were exceeded only by the likes of Starlight and Twilight, and easily dwarfed her own.

A Pathetic Fraud had been lucky to be born first. She had been luckier still that when Luna had first tried to usurp her, she had managed to banish her. But luckiest of all was that upon Luna's return, when her centuries long charade of rulership appeared to be at its end, that Twilight Sparkle had been there to save her.

'We are nothing without Twilight Sparkle...' she thought to herself, with the finality of a line read from an encyclopedia. And with that thought came a realisation - one which she could no longer ignore: 'Twilight Sparkle is our only hope...'

She turned away from Luna, saying nothing, because there was nothing she could hope to say. Immersed in the oppressive silence around her, she folded her panties, and replaced them at her side, then laid her hands in her lap, and planted her eyes there with them. 'Twilight will come for us... If we can just resist until then... If we can just hold ourselves together...'

'Focus' the joke of a ruler thought, and heard the word echo within the vast emptiness of her mind, repeating itself again and again until it was little more than a rebarbative taunt.

'Starlight Glimmer is lying to us...' and a flicker of unease came to life. She saw her left hand twitch in place, and gripped her right tightly upon it. 'She - she has poisoned our senses...' the grip of her right hand began to loosen, fingers coming undone one by one in defiance of the will of their owner. The left stirred, pushing the right aside, limp and unmoving, leaving A Pathetic Fraud to stare at it, helplessly. Her own hand, that in that moment felt to her like a coiled viper laying in wait.

'Twilight will - she always has and she always will -'

But that notion was cut short as her left hand began to slither and disappeared beneath the hem of her dress.

'Strange' was the only word that came to mind to describe the sensation, though it was wholly inadequate. Her arm moved with an eerie sort of precision, both unfamiliar and horrifyingly natural.

'It's not real...' she told herself. Again and again she told herself. Doing as best she could to remain anchored to reality, even as Starlight's brilliant illusions came closer and closer to supplanting it.

She could feel it all. The tightening of her tendons, the stretching of her skin. She felt the touch of the dress against the back of her hand, and soon the tips of her fingers brushing against the quivering lips of her slit. The response was instant, not merely a trickle, but a flood, and a thrum of pleasure throughout her body as the chair beneath her flooded.

She groaned. A low, rumbling sort of sound that came upon her with such speed and force that she could not hope to suppress it.

'Not real...' she repeated, but the words were hollow. 'We must focus, we must endure...'

Two fingers plunged themselves fully inside her, and a ragged gasp breached her lips. Her legs slammed together, and she pulled her feet up from the floor, curling inward on herself as her whole body began to tremble with an agonising want.

A dense fog of lust rolled over her, smothering her consciousness. Thoughts of resistance, of Twilight, and Luna, and Starlight began to bleed away, becoming mere formless shadows behind the encroaching grey mist. Meanwhile, a rush of electric bliss overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes filled with intensifying colours that quickly turned to starbursts, the sound of her rushing heartbeat pounded in her ears.

'...focus...' her mind whispered.

She didn't care.

Not then.

All save for one of her senses faded beneath her notice, demoted to the lowest of orders so that the sum total of her attention could be paid to the only thing in the world that mattered: the feel of fingers rutting themselves inside of her noble-born cunt.

A deep, resonant sound escaped her, rising slowly from within and reverberating through her chest.

Somewhere, obscured by the all encompassing murk, there was an impression that that was wrong to do. The shape of it, pressed against the formless grey of her sudden lust called out to her, and, half-heartedly, she turned herself towards it.

'NOT. REAL.'

Her eyes peeled apart, the assault of colours giving begrudging way to what existed beyond the endless, near-irresistible yearning. A flicker of awareness sparked within them, and she began to push against the engulfing mist, in search for a path back to reality.

It felt to A Pathetic Fraud like an impossible task, and not least so because the effort was half-hearted.

She felt delirious. The whole experience was intoxicating. This world Starlight had fashioned from nothing but her own vast intellect felt to A Pathetic Fraud like an elevated plane of existence. One where a single illusory touch was akin to the fullest attentions of the most expensive royal courtesans.

It would be so easy to remain here, effortless in fact. Like a pig in its own filth, she wanted nothing more than to wallow in this feeling forever.

But she couldn't.

She couldn't?

She needed to...

She needed to - to focus.

'This hand is not our hand.' A thought that was nearly dismissed before it fully formed in the smallness of her mind.

How could it be anything but her own hand? She felt every flex of the fingers, every quiver of her sex against them, and the warm, slick flow of fresh need running along her skin. It knew the contours of her desire as well as she herself.

But it couldn't be real.

It knew what she wanted - what she needed in ways that were beyond even its owner. This was not the aimless fumbling of first contact, nor the frenzied efforts of an unfamiliar lover. These fingers were surgically precise. Somehow Starlight had come to know exactly how to toy with her, to tease her, to drag her to the brink of ecstasy, and then pull her back, leaving her a panting, sweating, sopping mess of anticipation.

It couldn't be real.

Reality couldn't feel this good.

"Sister?"

Luna's voice carved a path through the shroud. A thin wedge of light, through which A Pathetic Fraud could glimpse the real world again, even as the ever steady pumping of her hand threatened to pull her back under.

She wilted beneath Luna's gaze the moment she met it. Her sister's voice had shed its calm, no longer soft or soothing, it now trembled with an urgency that verged on panic, as if the castle were about to go up in flames around them.

"Sister?" she asked again, and A Pathetic Fraud, still half-within her stupor, bobbed her head in uncomprehending reply, watching from the corner of her eye as Luna's hand began to rise from her side.

It hung there a moment, as her younger sister prodded: "Well?" and then it came for her - one swift strike that cracked across A Pathetic Fraud's face, and rang out in the air. The dud of a deity jerked to one side, rocking in her chair and seizing in shock. The fog had cleared, not quite entirely, but enough for her to understand what had just happened.

'Not... not real...' she reminded herself, even as the pain that only another Goddess could inflict stung her cheek. 'Need to focus - need to buy time to think...' But that wasn't true. She needed to focus, but more than that, more than anything, she needed to cum.

The hand - that accursed hand had pulled away. Just as Luna's hand had made contact it had recoiled. It had abandoned her.

Because it knew.

Somehow it knew everything.

It knew how much being slapped excited her. It knew that that she was a worthless, whore Princess who needed to be punished. And it knew that if it had been there just one instant longer, sweet, desperate relief would have come over her, and the dull formless shapes of her thoughts would return to some semblance of focus.

But instead it denied her. No doubt, just as Starlight intended. A Pathetic Fraud was already an anthill to her intellectual mountain, but still she wanted to see her made smaller. She had thought that Starlight's goal was to make her seem mad, but perhaps she had underestimated her ambition. Perhaps she truly meant to drive her crazy, and to do so with cruel, agonising denial.

Even now, the hand taunted her. It danced along her inner thing, brushing with a feather touch against the quaking edges of her slit. Toying with her and keeping her forever just on the brink. It was as if it had been practiced. As if it somehow could know her most precise limits and how to exploit them.

She took up her free hand, a sense of relief, however slight, at the fact that at least one of her appendages would once again obey her. She reached out, placing it on Luna's shoulder, pushing through the fog of her mind to search for the right words to reassure her.

Though the very essence of her being wished to plead with her, to tell her what was truly happening, she could do no such thing. She could do nothing. Nothing except endure. She gazed deeply into Luna's eyes, the ones that she felt burning through her in search of the calm, poised sister that she had known.

Her left hand began stroking gently at the outer edge of her lips, and static crept into the edges of her vision. The scent of her musk surrounded her, and the escape of pure physical bliss beckoned her, but she remained resolute.

Still, she would persevere.

She steadied her breathing, tightened her grip on her sister's shoulder, and said: "Twat."

A Pathetic Fraud's eyes went wide, and her mouth hung just slightly agape, left open as if the word could return home before it was heard. The one hand over which she had control leapt into action, closing fingers over her lips like a grate, as a heat swelled behind her cheeks.

"C - Cunt!" she blurted from behind them, and sprang backward in her chair. "T - Twist my fat royal nipples!"

The traitorous hand punctuated each foul statement, adopting a new tactic as it began to alternate between long gentle strokes and quick painful pinches.

Nonetheless, with fingers firmly shut, A Pathetic Fraud managed to stem the flow of verbal sewage. She stared boggle eyed at her sister, waiting with terrible curiosity for Luna's revolted response.

Instead, she saw confusion.

The sound of Starlight's snickering gave it away, and the realisation dawned on her just as a slow, pinch and twist of her clit sent a shudder all throughout her body. Her own, well-deserved humiliation doubled the pain-infused pleasure, and would drag her back away from lucidity if she let it.

The words she spoke remained hers, she reasoned, but Starlight, knowing how she would react, had changed how she had heard them.

A crease formed along Luna's brow, and a scowl took hold of her lips as the elder sister remained silent. She began to plead: "Sister, if there is something the matter you must tell me." but as she did, she began to lean forward. The chill of her breath fell gently upon A Pathetic Fraud, soothing against the overwhelming heat that had overtaken a body crying out for release.

It disturbed A Pathetic Fraud just how quickly Starlight had twisted Luna's touch, a source of comfort for all her life, into something perverse and ugly. Before she had entered this hall, she had known only solace from the chill of her skin, but now, as she watched those pale, white hands lay themselves on her widespread thighs, and begin to run themselves up and down along their length, she could feel only revulsion.

A Pathetic Fraud's eyes jumped from Luna's face to Luna's hands, to her own hand, working busily between her legs, and then to Starlight.

Her mind was elsewhere, trying to focus, but on what? On her need to cum, on her need to resist, on the shades within the gem, on the artefact she couldn't find, on seams of the illusions she couldn't see, on Twilight and her friends and if they would ever arrive, and it was too much!

It was all just too much!

Too much for anyone, but especially too much for her. Too much for A Pathetic Fraud who thought with her pussy and tits rather than with her brain. Too much for A Pathetic Fraud who was once again, forever and always in need of rescue.

One of Luna's hands slipped between her thighs, her fingers dipping into the lagoon that was A Pathetic Fraud's lap and beginning to stir in the roiling fluid between them.

She swallowed hard, returned to her sister, and spoke again in a voice that was as toneless as a cracked bell: "Twat, I am a... a slut-princess. I need a cock between my enormous tits to g - glaze me in warm cum..."

Two fingers plunged deep within her as she spoke, and a spurt of fresh not-quite-cum spilled out of her, riding on the wave of her self-debasement, but still refusing to grant her release.

She stared, her own eyes wide and beseeching, as if she could somehow transmit her true intentions through grovelling alone. Luna's expression hardly changed. It did not soften, and the lines of worry remined frozen in place. "If you say so sister..." she murmured, an unmistakable hesitance to her voice. The hand on A Pathetic Fraud's thigh retreated, but the other, that had been immersed in A Pathetic Fraud's pool of shame remained.

There was a shimmer of divine magic there, and A Pathetic Fraud despite her better judgement, broke from her sister to stare. She saw the deep blue of Luna's magic illuminate the puddle beneath her, taking hold of it and contorting it around her fingers. She lifted her hand, and the thick, colourless fluid followed after it, stretching long and rounding at its end.

"What is it, sister?" Luna asked, and A Pathetic Fraud snapped back to Luna's eyes, peering into her own with an unnerving curiosity.

A Pathetic Fraud squirmed in place as Luna's hand came between them, holding delicately the product of her magic in her fingertips. It was a knobbed, crystalline shaft, frozen solid and twinkling in the faltering light of the evening sun. She twisted and turned it, waving it from one side to the other, her face becoming distorted by the ice, turning from compassion to cruel in each pass.

The slattern Sovereign traced its path, her chest tightening with every pass. She fought back the urge to shriek in disgust - in words she wouldn't even be able to understand - to swat it away - with a hand that may well refuse. Instead, she sat passively, absorbing the taunt, and dreading what was to come next, resigned to her inability to prevent it.

The younger sister rose from her chair, and A Pathetic Fraud flinched like a beaten dog. It had all become so familiar to her now. She sat there, staring into empty space, trying as best she could to keep her eyes on Luna's level. To ignore the icy chill of Starlight's illusion as it took a great handful of shimmering, divine light, and pulled her to her feet.

Her body complied, and this too had become terrifyingly banal. She would have given almost anything for the solace of stillness. She bent every ounce of her will toward anchoring herself to the chair, marshaling all her thoughts into the singular act of doing nothing. A Pathetic Fraud was unsurprised as she felt her body begin to betray her. She could exert no more power over it than she could her rogue hand that even now was unbothered, taunting her in steady, tender strokes.

She watched, from behind eyes that were not her own as she stood to full height, and slid the chair behind her to one side.

Her feet pressed firmly into the ground, her toes spreading wide for balance. In a single, graceless, mechanical sort of motion, her weight shifted from her heels, and her arches went taut.

'Not real...' she thought as her toes spread wide to keep her balance.

'Not real...' she thought as she bent forward, touching her chin to the table.

'None of this is real!' and yet the flush of fresh humiliation as she thrust her rear outward and upward disagreed. Though she knew that at this moment, she was sat in her chair, still staring into Luna's eyes, doing her best to comfort her, it didn't matter. Reality was something glimpsed through the forever shrinking space between the bars of the prison of Starlight's illusions.

The faintest moment of solace came as the whole of her body went rigid, turning to lifeless wood, so that even the hand - that interminable, betrayer hand stopped, and fell, dripping wet to her side.

Through deep, drowning breaths, and torrents of sweat, she stood there, the all consuming hunger of her body, the insatiable lust that possessed her remained. A physical ache so deep that it felt like a permeant part of her, begging to be fulfilled.

From across the table, between the pastries and the cakes, and the vast ocean of white, A Pathetic Fraud saw her.

Starlight Glimmer.

And though she tried, she could no longer look away.

She was held there, her body beyond her control, her eyes with nowhere to run. The sight of her consuming A Pathetic Fraud. Curls of purple and teal, and tender peach skin. So unassuming yet perfect a form. And there she sat, above a Goddess, who could do little else but cower before her.

"Comfortable?" she asked, in a voice that was cloyingly sweet, but hit A Pathetic Fraud's ears like a Tartarean shriek. She made to reply - to snark, or growl, or give some indication of resistance, but could give little more than a mewling whimper.

Luna's hands laid themselves on the curves of her hips, one tracing up along them and to the small of her back, where the palm came to rest flat. Her own hands returned to life, still unresponsive to the commands of their owner, but alive to those of Starlight and her depraved whims.

They arrived where Luna's had just been, sweeping aside her dress, and then taking hold of either flank of her rear, her fingers digging in tightly to the supple yet firm flesh of her backside, and began to pull in either direction until she could feel the touch of the cool evening air against her - her...

She just needed to hold on. Twilight would come to her rescue. She and her friends. They always came. She just needed to hold-

"GuwahhhhhhhhhFUuuuuuCCCCK..."

Her entire being, her every muscle and tendon, tensed in unison. If her body had been wooden before, it was now stone, utterly petrified. Her heart vanished, leaving an empty void in its place for an eternal moment, before it roared back, hammering ferociously in her chest as panic took hold of her.

Her lips spread in an unnaturally wide grin, her ears began to ring, and her vision blurred as her eyes bulged, crossed and then rolled back, the already faint embers of her intelligence and awareness that had been within them snuffed out, leaving them hollow and doll-like as they looked off into oblivion.

She lost herself in it. There was no time to resist. The fog that she had fighting to keep at bay rushed forward all at once, so quickly that it took her entirely before she could even fully understand it. The full force of the sensation simply washed over her, and A Pathetic Fraud was taken by the pleasure, totally and completely...

Then she gasped.

Hot and loud.

Back in reality, and out of the hedonistic abyss into which she had sank. It felt to her as if she had been gone for days, perhaps even months, but as the world slowly began to take shape, it became clear it had been only a few short seconds.

She felt the faint, lingering smile, still on her lips, and fresh, blissful tears rolling down her cheeks.

But there was more than that.

As she tried to regain composure, to piece together the whirl of sensations, there was one which she couldn't deny.

Something was -

But she terminated the thought before it could be finished. It was something too terrible to contemplate, and yet it returned with irresistible force, and asserted itself again, so that it could not be ignored.

Something was inside of her - something was inside of her ass.

A terrible chill ran through her body. It was as if her every nerve had been submerged beneath the waters of the northern seas. For the first time in her life, the Goddess of The Sun shivered with cold.

Starlight cackled madly: "I beg your pardon, Princess?"

A Pathetic Fraud said nothing, still reeling, still grappling with what it was that was happening, feeling utterly unequipped to so much as process the thought.

Ashamed as she was to admit it, she had been defeated by it. The pleasure. The pleasure that only Starlight could give her, and that only Starlight could deny her...

And that was the point.

She had come back from the brink, but not of her own will. She had been beyond point of choosing to fight back. Yet still, she had been returned. Still, she could not finish.

She couldn't cum.

She couldn't cum.

She couldn't cum.

She was trembling, and if she had not been compelled to stand, she surely would have collapsed. Pent up frustration rushed though her veins.

Starlight Glimmer would not allow her the satisfaction of defeat. She would not allow the sham ruler to succumb to her torture.

From where she was. From how she felt, A Pathetic Fraud recognised Starlight, or perhaps saw her clearly for the first time. She was not merely a schemer, but a conqueror.

She wouldn't stop. Not so long as A Pathetic Fraud made to resist. She would do this forever if she had to.

"Starlight asked you a question..." Luna spoke from over A Pathetic Fraud's shoulder, and as a point of emphasis, pressed firmly against the intruding object - the cock - the frozen cock - that her sister - her own sister - had pressed in - into her ass.

"Butt slut! I'm Starlight Glimmer's butt slut!" she replied with an earthquake tremor and a half-sob to her voice, the frigid phallus sliding in by another notch, threatening to split her in half. They were not her words, but they may as well have been. She could hardly deny them.

She needed a moment - a moment to think - to think about - about - Starlight - magic - her sister - not her sister - Twilight - where was Twilight? She needed to focus. She needed to cum. She needed to think. She couldn't think until she came. But Starlight wouldn't let her. Would never let her. Starlight was in control. Starlight had always been in control.

Another notch.

It was a single sharp moment of true awareness, full knowledge and introspection of the absurdity and hopelessness of her situation, that was quickly overcome by a tranquilizing like rush of humiliating pleasure that further dulled her senses and set her mind adrift.

She couldn't take it.

She knew she couldn't.

She was being pulled apart in all directions by forces she couldn't begin to understand.

She couldn't win.

Twilight was her only chance.

Twilight would rescue her.

Twilight always saved her.

But would there be anything left to save?

In a listless haze, A Pathetic Fraud's eyes locked onto the pendant. No longer able to resist its pull. For the first time, she could see it clearly. The visions shrouded within them.

Visions of herself.

Of her future.

She could see deep in the stone, a version of herself in every facet. She saw faces contorted in agony. She saw all manner of positions and implements. She saw her sister and her and Starlight, one thousand times over. An endless, winding maze of torture that awaited her.

A journey she could not hope to survive.

She knew that was Starlight's plan. To break her. To leave her so utterly mad that no one, not even her sister or her student would trust her.

And she would.

She would do it.

There was no doubt now in A Pathetic Fraud's mind.

Her grip seemed to grow tighter with each passing second.

A full body shudder came over her. Luna's hand swept along her back, and A Pathetic Fraud knew what was to come. Starlight Glimmer knew no restraint. She wouldn't stop. She would never stop. Not until - until -

"ENOUGH!"