Crowns and Queens

Given that Twilight had stepped into the portal, she hadn't expected to fall, nor to be spat out from the other side. The journey somehow felt like a straight drop and a swirl along a winding slide, her body whipped back and forth until she couldn't tell which part of her was where. With a final jolt, she was flung into open air, stumbling and falling onto hard pavement, wincing at the rough landing. Opening her eyes, she was met with the black of night, replete with chirping cicadas. She couldn't be far behind the thief.

"Uh, Twilight?" a youthful voice reached her.

"Huh? Spike?" she asked, her thoughts immediately going to her companion. "You're not supposed to-" She stopped mid-setence as the boy walked into her view. He didn't resemble the purple dragon who'd been hot on her hooves as she'd chased down the other unicorn, leaping through the portal she'd only recognised as a mirror as she collided with the not-so-solid surface. Her eyes darted from the quadreped's paws to his tail and to his floppy ears, none of which ought to have been present on her lifelong assistant. The collar was definitely a new addition. "Are you a...dog?"

"I think so," he answered uncertainly, spinning in a slow circle as he tried to observe himself. His surprise at his new anatomy seemed to settle down fairly quickly, but when he looked at Twilight, his face widened into a look of shock. His eyes flicked up and down, trying to take in the sight of her. "But I have no idea what you are!"

She looked down, taking notice of her body for the first time since they'd arrived. Her body wasn't the same shape, didn't have the same dimensions as she'd always possessed. She didn't have hooves, or even a coat, and her middle was thinner and leaner, and perhaps most strange of all, she was wearing clothes. She had no idea where they'd come from - she wasn't wearing any when she jumped through the portal - or why she was wearing them now, but they'd appeared on her so swiftly and comfortably that she hadn't noticed until she actively looked at herself. Her breathing quickened as she raised her arms up, taking in the new appendages in startled disbelief. Her limbs were skinny and long, more like a dragon's than a pony's, and prehensile digits tipped the palms at the end of her arms. Flexing her fingers a few times, she felt a scream building inside her.

Perhaps it was the panic and disorientation that stopped her from hearing the footsteps, or maybe she was so astounded, overloaded by new information and data, that she became oblivious to her surroundings. That might've been why she didn't notice Spike's expression change from shock to terror, his growl coming a split second before an explosive hiss roared past Twilight, the noise unwelcomely loud and piercing. Even as she jerked away and turned to see the source, a dense mist engulfed Spike, sending him spluttering and coughing as he tried to pull away, gasping in heaving breaths. He staggered away from the rapidly-dissipating cloud, wheezing and stumbling as the gas took effect on him.

Twilight tore her eyes away from her friend to the assailant, caught between backpedaling and throwing herself at the threat. Towering over her, a bipedal creature leered down, cyan eyes glaring wickedly, and almost gleaming with malicious amusement. A cloth was tied over her mouth, hiding whatever vindictive sneer she had, and the rest of her was covered in clothes that looked familiar, yet strangely proportioned; a leather jacket, a skirt, and some sort of boot, all of which fit the girl's vertical frame in a way that seemed alien. In her hand she held an aersol can, which she turned from the wheezing Spike towards Twilight, pointing the nozzle squarely at the girl's face. Before she could object, the assailant unleashed another dose, sending a cloud to engulf Twilight.

The gas forced its way up Twilight's nose, burning as it seeped into her bloodstream almost immediately, her eyes watering from the contact, and when she gasped from the shock, the spice hit her lungs. It was pervasive, and no matter how hard she gagged or spluttered, it remained lodged in her airways like a blockage. She tried to cover her face, batting at the air futilely, but it had no effect. She couldn't see, she couldn't breathe, and the only sounds she could make out were her own struggled gasps and the throbbing, pounding beat of her heart.

"Spike!" she shouted, the words wheezed breathlessly. "Spike!" Her voice sounded off, as if it was coming from further away than it should, and she realised just how weighty everything felt. Her limbs responded sluggishly, her body growing heavier as the seconds ticked by. It was as if the gas was swirling in her head, occupying all the space it could, and adding mass to her beleagured body. She was tired, and growing ever more fatigued, the creep of unconciousness beckoning. She didn't want to sleep, she wanted to get up and grab Spike, make sure he was okay, and run far from here. Her body didn't give her a choice; it stopped responding to her desperate calls to action, shutting down as it accepted the warm embrace of sleep. It was too hot, and perhaps she just needed a rest.

Consciousness returned in a flash, an instantaneous transition from nothingness to complete and full awareness of her surroundings. It wasn't a jerky awakening, but rather an immediate resumption of vividness. More than anything, she was confused; where was she, and how did she get here? Glancing around, she saw she was in an open plan room, not dissimilar to the Golden Oaks Library, and the realisation she was laying on a bed only made the comparison more stark than she'd anticipated. Had she been sent back to Equestria? Or maybe she'd dreamt it all, and had never left at all?

An attempt to sit up alerted her to the binds around her limbs, holding her supine on the comfort of the duvet beneath her. So she hadn't been dreaming; her legs were skinnier and longer than she was used to, and instead of hooves, cuffs were clamped around thin wrists. She tugged, hearing the metal links rattle as she pulled against them, but they didn't loosen or give way, an ache developing where the edge pressed against her skin. Giving up, she tried her legs, the rope around her ankles seeming to grip tighter as she pulled.

A rhythmic thud pulled Twilight's attention away from her predicament, and she stopped trying to free herself as she focused on the new sound, following its movement. It was coming from below, from the floor below, like heavy steps moving deliberately towards something. As well as she could, she tried to follow the noise, tilting her head in the direction of its source, her mind falling into a routine of analysis on instinct. It didn't sound like hooves, but the weight of each step sounded far weightier than that of Spike's feet or paws. There wasn't the harsh click that came with the hardness of keratin or the clack of claws, but a steady thud in a repeating pattern, like something bipedal.

The realisation hit her at the same time as a figure came into view, emerging into Twilight's field of view as they climbed the stairs. Her hunch had been right; the creature making the noise was bipedal, and so their fiery crimson and yellow hair was the first glimpse Twilight got of whomever was approaching. It flowed from the figure's head in waves, tumbling past their shoulders to the middle of their torso. The dimensions of this creature were startlingly familiar, their stature and shape exactly like her own new form, and a shudder ran through her at the unnatural normality of it. The smile didn't ease her mind at all - pearly white and emanating deviant excitement, something she'd attribute to a foal on Hearth's Warming Day if it weren't for how much it resembled a sneer. Most of all, though, the eyes confirmed what she'd figured out - gazing intently, shining with unsavoury joy, the cyan irises almost glowing from how intense the sharp stare aimed at her was.

The same cyan of the girl who'd ambushed her.

"Who are you?" Twilight demanded, summoning her courage and fortifying her tone into something she hoped was authoritative. "Why did you attack me?" She held her defiant glare as the other girl approached, pushing down the rising concern in her chest.

"Because it was necessary," the girl answered, coming to a halt beside the bed. Her voice was silky smooth, brimming with confidence, and the barest glaze of huskiness. "It's not really my style, but I didn't have a choice. You did follow me, as I thought you would."

"Through the portal?" Twilight repeated. "You're the thief who stole my crown! You're from Equestria!" She balked, unsettled at the alien figure. "How did you-" She cast an eye down at her own body. "-we become this?"

"There's a lot to explain, so let me answer your most pressing questions in one big monologue," the kidnapper offered, a sly smile spreading over her face. "My name is Sunset Shimmer, and I was Celestia's promising prodigy before you. Many moons ago, I grew impatient with her teachings, wanting more than the meagre offerings she was taunting me with, so I set out to write my own destiny. Against her orders, I fled through the mirror when it activated, searching for more power and knowledge on the other side. I've been here ever since, waiting in willing exile."

"But why?"

"Because Celestia wouldn't share it," Sunset answered. "She refused to talk about it, denied any line of conversation which could lead to me learning more. I had no choice but to take the jump. I'm glad I did; this world has so much to offer, if you know what to look for." She rolled a hand in front of herself and admired her own flexing fingers. "It isn't like anything Equestria can offer, and I admit it takes a lot of familiarisation, but what you learn here is..." She breathed in deeply, her smile broadening and deepening. "It's so much more than anything Equestria can offer. There's so much more than just magic. It's new and fresh."

"What do you mean?" the incapacitated girl asked, trying to remain resolute in her posture as Sunset returned her full attention. "What's here that's more powerful than Equestrian magic?"

"You're asking a lot of questions, princess," the fiery-haired girl sneered. "Here's how it's going to work - you ask something, and I get something in return. One question, one return." Twilight barely restrained a shiver at the leer she received. "They don't have magic here. There's no levitation, no teleportation, no duplication, no summoning. The creatures of this dimension are restricted to their bodily functions, none of which are enhanced or augmented. Everything they do, they do through their own motor functions." As if to demonstrate, she plucked a rectangular object from her pocket and held it up. "This is a cell phone. You can use it to talk with anyone who has one, as if they were standing right in front of you, whatever the distance. You can send a written message far more quickly and easily than writing and delivering a letter." A mischievous smirk crossed her face, and she took the phone in both hands, thumbs clicking against the screen. After a few moments, apparently satisfied, she shoved the item back in her pocket. "There. I had a conversation with a friend. You saw it in real time."

"That's impressive," Twilight admitted. "But if this world has technology beyond what Equestria's capable of, why did you need to steal my crown? Why did you kidnap me?" She blinked, terror pooling in her stomach as she remembered she hadn't come here alone. "Where's Spike? What did you do to him?! Spike! Spike!" She yanked at her bonds, trying to tear herself free with renewed vigour. "If you've hurt him-!"

"Relax," Sunset insisted, her tone laced with bored certainty. For a moment, though, a ripple of surprise had creased her face at the explosion of energy from her prisoner. "I haven't laid a finger on him. Like you, I kept him asleep and safe until the final night before the portal closed, and then I threw him back. He's safely in Equestria now."

"In Equestria?" Twilight repeated. The relief that poured over her momentarily doused her distress, but the cold weight of dread took its place as her captor's words registered with her. "The portal's closed? How long have I been here?"

"Three days." The words were spoken matter-of-factly. "Don't worry; I fed you, washed you, and kept you comfortable until I didn't need to keep you asleep. I took very good care of you, Twilight Sparkle. Some might even say you received a reception fit for a princess."

"Nopony deserves to be assaulted and kidnapped, nevermind a princess."

"We aren't ponies anymore," the other girl rebuked. "Besides, if you'd stayed in Equestria, I wouldn't have needed to greet you in the way I did. It was a precaution, and I was right; you were far too attached to your petty crown to leave it be. If you'd stayed, maybe Celestia would've told you about me, given you directions and explained what was going on. Or perhaps not. She was tight-lipped about a lot of things even when I was her student."

Twilight wanted to argue, but the words pricked at her, burrowing into her mind like pernicious splinters. She was unerringly loyal to the alicorn, but her captor wasn't speaking from a position of ignorance, clearly. More than once, Celestia had left Twilight to deal with problems without so much as a warning about what lay ahead. The Summer Sun Celebration had supposedly been the young unicorn's opportunity to make friends and organise an important calendar event, but all along, she'd been set up to solve an ancient riddle and save the world from eternal night. Her ascension to princesshood had been concocted from behind the scenes without her knowledge. As much as she hated it, Sunset had a point; Celestia told ponies only what she felt they needed to know. If she'd been more level-headed and remained behind, what would the tall white mare have imparted? The whole truth, or only some of it?

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"What?" The apology threw Twilight through a loop, and she snapped her gaze to the amber girl.

"I'm sorry about drugging you," she explained. "Don't get me wrong - I did what I had to do, and I'd do it again in an instant if I had to, but it wasn't my first choice. I'd rather have never had to fight you at all. You deserve to know that I didn't want to render you and your little mutt unconcious. In truth, I only brought the chemicals along in case I had to deal with any pesky guards, but they proved easy to avoid. You weren't meant to follow me, and at that point, all I could do was correct that little error, but I acknowledge it was still so crude and brutish, and I'm not a monster like that. No - persuading you is where the real fun lies."

"Persuading me?" Twilight repeated. "Persuade me of what? To give up my crown? To just go home and let you wreak whatever havoc you have planned for this world?"

"Of course not," Sunset tutted, sounding disappointed. She stood up, stalking in a leisurely pace around to the foot of the bed. "I don't want you to return to Equestria. I want you to stay here with me." As she talked, her hands wandered, her palm gliding down the bound girl's thick knee-high socks. "I did say I'd be taking something in exchange for answering your questions, and we're several questions in." Her hand cupped Twilight's calf, conforming to the contours of the soft, supple leg, curving up to her shin and lathing down towards Twilight's ankles. With a few sharp plucks and a determined tug, Sunset unlaced the bulky shoes and wiggled them from her captive's feet, tossing them carelessly over her shoulder and leaving them to land with a loud clunk on the floor.

"What are you doing?" the purple girl asked, wiggling a little in place. Confusion mixed with apprehension, but her curiosity kept her relatively still.

"Those shoes were far too constraining," Sunset answered, running her thumb in slow circles over the bumps of ankle and palming the instep. "Do you know what they are? In this world, its inhabitants don't have hooves, they have feet, which are soft and vulnerable. They don't have the same toughness as hooves, which is why everyone wears shoes all the time, rather than as a fashion statement. They're big, bulky, constraining things. I don't like them. You deserve better. I deserve better." Smirking, she loosened the rope on Twilight's right leg, unweaving the knot and letting the limb free of its restraint. Her hands worked with purpose, reaching to the rim of the socks and dragging the woollen garment down, watching with a hungry fascination as more and more purple skin was unveiled. When Twilight tried to pull her leg free, Sunset gripped her with a iron grasp, fingers pressing roughly into her flesh until the futile struggling stopped, and the undressing could resume without interruption. She seemed to take particular joy in pulling the sock past Twilight's heel, eyes lighting up as the entire leg was freed from its clothy confines. Discarding the sock, Sunset retied the rope, over bare skin this time, and moved to repeat the process on the other leg.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Twilight demanded, her cheeks redder and her tone cracking under the awkwardness. "I-is this meant to break me down? Turn me against my friends? Torture me?" She sunk back at the rich laughter that resulted, amusement and smug superiority mixing into a swirl of silken carefree arrogance.

"Please," the fiery-haired girl dismissed. "I've already told you I'm not a monster. I don't want to hurt you. I want to show you what you're unable to see." She let her nails drag painlessly across the tense calf, leaving tingling trails in their wake as she moved. "Keep asking questions. It's adorable."

"Why did you steal my crown?" Twilight asked, fighting to keep her voice steady. She didn't want to let Sunset know that the touches and grazes were having such a substantial effect, even though the contact was minimal and delicate, almost reverent. If she didn't know any better, she'd call it a massage, though this was far more diligent and capable than even the experts at Ponyville's spa. Aloe and Lotus were mistresses of their craft, and they knew how to manoeuvre their hooves and manipulate the equine body in ways that guaranteed relief and relaxation. In spite of that, Sunset's technique was leagues beyond anything she'd experienced; the digits she used to brush and press were far lighter and more flexible, and without the familiar form of her pony body, Twilight was at the mercy of strange new sensations. Her muscles tensed and relaxed, stress that shouldn't have been there released in a instant, and in its place, a gentle glow that seeped into her tissue.

"That plan was actually very old," the amber girl answered, drawing a thumb across bare, boney ankle and following the turn of Twilight's heel. "I'd wanted to go after Celestia's crown, strip her of her regalia while she slept. It'd show Equestria that she was nothing but a pompous pony with a set of fancy jewelry, raising herself up with the false pretense of importance." The thumbs pressed insistently against the sole of Twilight's foot, kneading with enough force to pull a quiet, swift sigh from the girl, working in tight circles to cover as much surface as possible. "I returned to Equestria a couple of times to scout out the palace, only to discover the mirror wasn't in Canterlot any more. Then I learned about the return of Princess Luna, and the ascension of Princess Cadence, and finally...you."

"What made me so special?" Twilight demanded, biting her lip as Sunset switched feet, repeating her attentive motions on the other appendage. Her toes curled inwards involuntarily, instinctually reacting to the intensity of the slow, thorough squeezing and caressing. "Out of four alicorn princesses, you came for my crown. Why me?"

"Because you weren't always a princess," came the answer. "You weren't even always a leader. You were a loner, a nerdy little unicorn with a big brain and all the anti-social traits that came along with it. You were the chosen student of Princess Celestia, and you were a magical prodigy. In all senses, you were me."

"You?" the purple girl asked, scoffing at the accusation. "I'm not a thief, nevermind a traitor. How am I anything like you?"

"Neither was I," Sunset shot back. "I refused to submit to the restraints of the feeble, static norms of Equestria. I pursued learning, knowledge, and power, even when everypony around me tried to hold me back, while you sat obediently at your mistress' hooves and were groomed into royalty. A perfect little servant who could say all the right things and be the figurehead that was needed in case you were called in. That's where our differences emerged, princess."

"That's not true at all," the purple girl argued, pulling a breath through her teeth as the grip on her feet tightened, working deeper tissue. "You could've pursued other studies without resorting to thievery, assault, or kidnapping! You didn't need to get revenge for anything! Celestia wasn't holding you back from your potential - she was training you! If you'd been patient, trusted in her, and let her guide you, it might've been you who'd ascended to princesshood."

"Is that so?" Sunset asked, pinching a toe lightly, pincering it with a perfect precision. "What's your role, Princess Twilight Sparkle? Were you assigned stewardship of the moon and the night, watching over ponies while they slept? Were you allowed to mentor under Celestia's watchful gaze so you could help her guide her doting subjects during the day? Were you given the duty to control the weather, ensuring all the ponies of Equestria could enjoy the benefits of a perfect year, filled with bountiful harvests and warm evenings? Or was it something incorporeal - love?" She waited, tapping each toe teasingly, mockingly. When no answer came, she smirked. "The princess of silence - how novel!"

"I have duties," the cuffed girl insisted, her words ringing hollow even as she spoke them with as much dignity as she could muster. Her face burned from the brittleness of her claim, the pitying look she received making her flush in a mixture of shame and annoyance.

"I'm sure you do," the sneering girl answered, her voice dripping with insolence. "And I'm sure if you wait another few years - maybe a few decades - you'll eventually get a title of your own, too. I'm sure all you need to do is wait and wait and wait. Maybe if you smile and wave while the real princess attend to matters of state, you'll be rewarded with your own castle." She ignored Twilight's angry muttering and protests, gliding her palms up the irate girl's legs and locking eyes with her. "But you don't need a title or a castle. You're perfect as you are."

"...sorry?" The change of tone caught the captive off-guard, and she blanked for a second, fidgeting only slightly from the continuing caresses.

"You're perfect as you are," Sunset repeated. "You're smart, servile, and so deliciously cute in a way I know you aren't even aware of. Princess Celestia might not recognise your true value, Princess Luna might not trust you, Princess Cadence might not see you as anything more than a little filly treading in her hoofsteps, and the citizens of Equestria might not ever see you as more than a shadow of Celestia herself, but I know what you are, Twilight. I know you more than anypony else ever could. I understand you. I've been you, and now, I want to set you free."

"F-flattery won't turn me against Equestria," Twilight asserted, her tone lacking the bite she wanted.

"I'm not trying to flatter you. Flattery doesn't set people free, but the truth does. If I wanted to flatter you, I'd need to lie; you're so much smarter than me, Twilight Sparkle! You're so strong and independent, Twilight Sparkle! You're a trailblazer, Twilight Sparkle! I'm not going to feed your ego in the hopes you'll just listen to everything I have to say. I'm going to tell you things no matter how much you don't want to hear them, and make you hear them." She crawled onto the bed, straddling her captive's lower legs. "You were a slave. Your potential was shackled. You're not next in line to be the big shot in Equestria, and you're not forward-thinking enough to stop threats to it." She sat up, her posture relaxing, and her hands wandering to the soft purple thighs, kneading them idly. "You're already programmed to worship stronger mares than you, begging for their attention in the hopes of vicarious meaning. Don't get me wrong; you're a capable mare, but you'll never be more than a second-rate follower."

"What are you trying to do?" Twilight asked, frowning at the girl atop her. "You start by telling me I'm beautiful and smart, and then you tell me I'm nothing without someone to lead me-"

"I never said you were beautiful."

The air thickened around them, a prickling silence settling over the two. Twilight averted her gaze, feeling the smugness as Sunset watched her. She mumbled about it being a slip of the tongue, but the low, knowing chuckle undermined her explanations as quickly as she made them. Fingertips walked theatrically up the supple skin of her thigh, the pressure leaving pools of pleasantness as the digits advanced up to Twilight's hips, then across to the buttons of her shirt, toying with the nearest disk.

"When was the last time you asked yourself what you really want?" Sunset mused, the question seemingly aimed at no one in particular. She didn't even look at the person it concerned when she asked it, more content to pose the quandry than to have it answered. "You fling yourself from one event to the next, always posing as the upstanding and righteous pony Equestria needs, but why? Do you want it? Or do you need something meaningful in your life?" The first button slipped free of its hold, and the amber fingers moved to the next. "You aren't a meglomaniac, yet you want more power, more authority, more to do. You never were social, yet now one of your biggest priorities is the happiness and wellbeing of all the ponies of Equestria? Even at your own expense?" The second button was pushed through the slit holding it, and the shirt loosened some more, showing a sliver of purple belly skin beneath. "What is Equestria to do when its esteemed paragons are vessels for the ambitions of other creatures?"

"Why are you so upset with Equestria?" Twilight asked, a sad plea soaking her tone. "Even if you think Princess Celestia betrayed you, why are you making it sound as though ponykind is to blame for your misery?"

"I'm not miserable," Sunset corrected, sounding bored at having to establish the fact. "I'm incredulous. At first I might've been angry with Celestia for not realising my capability and my talents, but after spending time in this world, that changed. I came to see what else could be achieved, if we weren't held back by traditions and nonsensical reverance. I came to realise that all the magic in the world couldn't hold a candle to the sheer power of emotion and the mind. I discovered that if you could make people worship you, follow you no matter how dangerous or uncomfortable the path became, you held far more power than any spell or arcane ability. This world is living proof of that fact. It showed me what real power was, and I wanted it, more than I ever wanted magic or growth - more than I've ever wanted anything before. My goals changed."

The last button unfastened, Sunset untied the pink bow around her captive's collar with a sharp tug and pulled apart the two sides of the shirt, exposing the bound girl's torso. Her belly was smooth and soft, devoid of the pudgy excess emblematic of a sedentary lifestyle or the taut firmness of an athlete or model. She was average, unremarkable in her mediocrity, yet visually appealing for the exact same reason. Further up, her bosom was covered by a simple, functional bra, a plain white garment which didn't demand attention but which did nothing to shield the soft mounds from prying eyes. Her chest rose and fell in a nervous cycle, her breathing telegraphed to her watchful abductor. While she tried to shy away, twisting to stop the ever-piercing gaze focusing on her vulnerability, there was nowhere near enough range of movement to make that possible, and so the amber girl continued to drink in every detail, map every curve, memorise every graceful inch of skin. Her cyan spheres meandered undeterred, stopping whenever a sight or sentiment struck her, and she consumed the real time image of the helpless girl beneath her.

"Has a stallion ever shown interest in you?" Sunset asked, her voice soft and inviting. Beneath the surface, there lingered the unshakable authority she carried, but the question offered tranquility and safety.

"Th-that's private," Twilight answered, face flushing red. "I won't discuss my private life with ponies who aren't my friends, and we are far from being friends."

"I didn't think so," the fiery-haired girl continued. "You're starved for admiration and attention. You were so desperate to be complimented that you invented one, and from someone you don't even consider to be your friend." Her fingertips trailed over Twilight's belly, winding their way up and down. "You want to know your worth, and you desperately hope it matches the image you have of yourself in your head. You're many things, and yes, you are smart and brave, though I'd say that's down to you being foolish and naive. But beautiful? Well, as a pony, you were attractive. In this form? You're drop-dead gorgeous." She placed her palms flat, sliding them apart from Twilight's naval to caress the girl's sides in long, repetitive strokes. "This waistline is like a magnet for the eyes; you can't look away once you catch sight of it, and with how soft it is, there's no way you can't just grab hold and feel pure, elemental bliss. And speaking of grabbing hold..." The hands moved lower, knuckles grazing against the hardness they met. "...in this world, wide hips means a girl is perfect for mating. It's like being a walking advertisement."

"Mating?" Twilight asked, gulping. "But you-"

"It doesn't change that it's attractive," Sunset interrupted, grinning lecherously. "Like those legs of yours; look how smooth and long they are. It really highlights just how graceful and healthy you are. Your arms, too - slender and smooth, and don't get me started on hands and feet. Hooves are so bland, just flat stumpy ends to an appendage, but look how versatile hands and feet are. There's so much more to look at, and the things you can do with them is limited only by your imagination; painting with your fingers, grasping tools for the same purpose, writing, grabbing, holding, stroking, hurting or helping." She let out a sigh, simpering slightly. "You're better in every way now, just like me."

"I-I don't get-"

Twilight's expression of her sentiment was halted by Sunset's movement, leaning down to position herself parallel above the constrained girl. In a slow, calculated motion, she lowered herself to just an inch over Twilight's supine body, amber hands gliding up the purple skin of her quarry, following the contours and curves faithfully, like a method of loving, unspoken praise. Up to her shoulders, then down across the flatness of her upper arms, gliding fingers-first past the crook of her elbow and trailing lightly over Twilight's wrists, dancing languidly in feather-light brushes across the purple girl's palms. She took her time to feel the twitches and tremors, sweeping up and down in smooth, gradual passes, basking in the tightening of tendons and the release as the relaxation took hold. Wherever she touched, Twilight reacted, tensing and flicking a finger or a thumb instinctually.

"No pony could ever make you feel like this with rigid, cumbersome hooves," Sunset asserted, her eyes fixated on her target's arms as she spoke. "And you wouldn't be feeling this at all if you had clumsy perambulatory limbs instead of these majestic appendages. There's too much fur and thickness in the way as a pony, but in this form..." She let her actions explain, sliding her hands into Twilight's own, intertwining their fingers and grasping firmly, the grip tightening comfortingly. Sunset grinned at the cute, shameful whimper Twilight gave, the sound coaxed from her lips with a few brushes over the girl's knuckles with a thumb. Hands clasped within her captive's, Sunset planted a trail of kisses along the purple forearm, past the crook, and up the girl's biceps to her shoulder, nipping carefully and allowing her breath to graze and flow across the vulnerable skin. Twilight gyrated instinctively, thrusting upwards to sate her body's innate needs, but the amber girl sat back and pinned down Twilight's hips, leaving her writhing pitifully while Sunset dragged her tongue heavily up and down the whining girl's neck.

KNOCK KNOCK

The two rapid bangs interrupted the swelling, mounting pleasure within the two girls. The air around them had began to thicken and hum with an inflamed energy, fueled by their passion, and just as quickly, it was stilled, the static slowly dissipating. In spite of the sudden intrusion, and being pulled from the excited isolation of their private moment, Sunset seemed to brighten, her casual confidence heightening to something more outwardly pleased. She spent a couple of seconds chewing tenderly on Twilight's earlobe before sitting up and calling out to the room.

"It's open, come on in!"

A door clicked and creaked open, new footsteps heralding the arrival of a third person into the appartment. They were sure and quick, but not hurried, and with a second click, the door was shut, the footsteps moving towards the stairs. Twilight tried to focus on the noise, the presence of someone else unnerving her somewhat, but Sunet's insistent lips, teeth, and tongue against her neck and ear made it hard to focus on anything beyond the stark sensations, her mind struggling past the sparks and throbbing warmth.

"Even now, with everything I've shown you, you'd choose to go home," Sunset murmured in her ear, pinching the edge between her front teeth.

"I can't stay here," Twilight breathed, her voice soft and laden with repressed desire. "I-I've got friends, responsibilities-"

"Shsh," Sunset ordered, pressing a finger to the protesting girl's lips, who had to fight back the urge to kiss the authoritative digit. "You won't have those thoughts for much longer. Let me show you what I can offer you." Pulling away, she turned Twilight's head to the side, making sure she could see the ascending figure, like the view she'd had of Sunset.

"I really should learn to expect things like this shouldn't I?" the new person asked, her voice silky smooth and feminine. She reached the top of the stairs, striding onto the platform that served as the appartment's bedroom.

"I told you I had company," Sunset answered, looking up to smirk.

"You did, but I didn't expect the company to be quite so...stationary." Eyeing Twilight, she let her lips be tugged into a warm smile. "I do hope she was expecting visitors?" At Sunset's wordless answer - a mischievous grin as she kissed Twilight's cheek in a saccharine display - the newest girl frowned. "I must say, I'm not fond of such crudeness. Brutalising a girl and forcing her to be your latest toy."

"Why does everyone think I'm some sort of monster?" Sunset asked, huffing indignantly. "First she thought I'd hurt her dog, and now you're accusing me of harming her."

"Her dog?"

"It's a long story, and you don't need to hear it. You're here to help me break her in, like I did with you."

"I...I see." The new girl straightened herself. "I apologise, I forgot my place."

"You're forgiven. Getting back on track, this is Twilight Sparkle." Her fingers scratched up and down Twilight's neck, agitating the tongue-slicked section she'd toyed with recently. "She's uppity, sure of herself, but pretty and intelligent. The perfect goody-two-shoes to turn into a useful toy."

"Hello, Twilight," the new girl replied, smiling pleasantly. If it were any other situation, the gesture would be welcoming. "My name is Rarity, and I am Sunset's partner-in-crime, confidant, paramour, and accomplice du jour. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Rarity?" Twilight repeated, her eyes widening, and she nearly sat up, the binds halting her before she had a chance. She hadn't realised it before, too distracted by the domineering actions of her captor and the confusing conversation to notice the obvious signs or the tingling familiarity. The mention of the name cleared her head, blowing away the fog that had recently clouded it, and she saw in sharp, shocking detail the woman before her. It was apparent, from the cascading purple curls of her hair to the marble, creamy skin, that this girl was, at the very least, a facsimile of one of her closest friends. Even her coat looked like something Rarity would don, a beige trenchcoat that wouldn't look out of place in a Shadow Spade novel, giving her that air of classy, dangerous mystique.

"Do we know each other, darling?" the girl who claimed to be Rarity asked, glancing back and forth at Sunset. "I don't recall us having met before."

"She knows someone like you," Sunset cut in, flicking Twilight's nose. "She comes from the same place I do." There was a flash of recognition over Rarity's face, and she nodded in understanding. "I was explaining the wonders of cell phones to her, telling her what they can do. Why don't you help me give her an up-close demonstration?"

With a small smile bordering on a smirk, and a sparkle of joyous mischief in her eyes, Rarity stepped forward so Twilight could easily see her and, making sure to gaze proudly at the constrained girl, parted her coat. Like a drawn curtain preceding a grand opening, Twilight was captivated by the confident, shameless reveal of slender white skin, each inch a salacious visual delight, and the more she exposed, the more shocked interest arose in Twilight, a sentimental crescendo that finally peaked as the coat was discarded, revealing what lay beneath. It took a few seconds for Twilight's brain to register exactly what that entailed.

The girl was naked. The reality clicked suddenly, her cognition snapping into motion until she recognised the pearly whiteness of a very undressed Rarity standing beside the bed. Now there were no clothes covering the woman's form, Twilight was gifted a view of the curvaceous waist, broad hips, and massive bust that had been hidden by her conservative attire. Two prominent grey areola proudly capped the chest pillows, as if a mark of pride, and the flash of envy flared up inside the bookish woman again. Sunset was moderately endowed - enough to not have the sense that she was lacking something, especially in conjunction with her slim, fit body - but Rarity knocked it out of the park, boasting d-cups that were full and round, drawing any eyes lucky enough to witness them. She lowered her eyes, inadequacy gnawing at her soul.

"You're not wearing any clothes," Sunset commented, almost as if she were narrating the experience for a mortified Twilight. "Not even underwear. Why is that?"

"Because you told me to leave them at home," Rarity answered, as easily and casually as though being asked what she'd had for lunch.

"And what else did I tell you to do?"

"To use the egg vibrator you bought for me for special occasions, that I'm not allowed to use unless you provide permission."

"Are you wearing it?"

"Of course." She sounded proud, raising her head a little out of a sense of worth. "I am a lady, and a lady does not go back on her word." It was obvious that she was wearing something - a thin pink protrusion between her legs was more than obvious now that the view was unobscured by the coat - but both girls seemed to enjoy it being said.

"Watch closely," Sunset commanded, reaching for her phone and tapping the screen a few times before turning it towards Twilight. "You see this? This is what I meant when I told you that this device connects us to other people regardless of distance. Rarity's wearing something called an egg, which you'll learn about in due time. For now, all you need to know is that it's a small device that fits comfortably inside her, and it's connected to my cell phone through non-physical means. I can control it at any time from here." Her thumb pressed onto the screen and travelled up, pulling a colourful bar higher. As she did so, Rarity began to pant, a whine escaping her lips. Sunset lowered the bar, then rose it again suddenly, and Rarity's whine rose to a squeak, her hands scrunching around nothing.

"Stop it, you're hurting her!" Twilight objected, tugging at her binds fruitlessly. "She doesn't deserve this!"

"Honestly, princess, you're both clueless and melodramatic," Sunset sighed, tutting and shaking her head disapprovingly. "What is it with the constant insistence that I'm a horribly cruel monster? I've already told you that I don't want to hurt anyone, nevermind you. I didn't even want to resort to the drastic measures I had to use at the portal - your pursuit forced my hand, and you were unfortunate enough that I planned ahead. I didn't harm your precious little dog, I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm certainly not hurting the eloquent beauty over here." She turned her eyes to the girl in question, whose face was contorted by the sensations running through her. "Am I hurting you?"

"N-no," she uttered, the words struggled out past gasps and groans.

"I'm not convinced," Sunset replied, thumbing the bar down on her screen. "I think it's best if I stop, just to be safe."

"No!" Rarity called out, her eyes bulging and her scrunched features smoothing into a visage of horror. "No no no! You simply can't!" She wrang her hands together distraughtly. "That was wondrously amazing, and I don't ever want you to stop!"

"But Twilight thinks I'm hurting you," Sunset pointed out smugly.

"That is absolutely absurd!" She scowled for a second. "No offence meant, dear, but Sunset and her toys are enough to make me melt with ecstasy and turn my mind and body into jelly. No words can do it justice, but experiencing what she has to offer is undoutedly the apex of satisfaction, the peak of enviable goals, and the height of all mortal pleasure. If you aren't aware of that, you simply can't have witnessed what she has to offer." Her eyes sought out Sunset's own. "You may object to being called cruel, but you can't deny that denying her a firsthand experience of your true talents is sadism laid bare."

"Always the flatterer," Sunset observed, thumbing the phone again and causing Rarity to bend slightly as the device between her legs returned to life. "As you can see, Twilight, I'm not hurting anyone. The only person I have animosity towards is Celestia, but even her I don't want to hurt. As for you...the only selfish thing I want from you is the satisfaction of claiming you as mine, turning you from a stuffy, stuck-up princess into a free-spirited friend and accomplice. I want to set you free."

"Y-you're lying," Twilight tried, forcing out the desperate words. They sounded hollow even to her, but her spirit refused to accept what she was being shown. "You're trying to trick me into being your willing prisoner."

"I've already claimed Rarity," Sunset cut in, ignoring Twilight's point and gesturing to the girl beside the bed. Rarity's face was a disciplined mask, but the twitches and shimmers of pleasure were undeniable, and the subtle shifting of her legs betrayed her apparent stoicism. "Does it seem like such a bad deal?"

"You...you brainwashed her, or...or coerced her. There's no way she-"

"What happened between us?" Sunset interrupted. "She needs to hear it from the horse's mouth." As enticement, she held up the phone, showing it off to Rarity.

"We weren't always friends," the seamstress explained. "I always thought you were pushy and aggressive, domineering and petty. You didn't seem to have time for anyone else unless they could give you something. Even then, you demanded it from them. I didn't like you at all, and when we did talk, it devolved into arguments. I warned other students and teachers away from you, made sure they knew what you were and to avoid you if they could." She let out a shudder as Sunset added power to the egg. "But then something changed. You came to me to talk, you said I was hotheaded, stubborn, and high-strung, and you knew how to fix me. Fix me. I would've laughed if I hadn't been so offended! But you insisted, said you knew what was wrong with me, and said you felt the same way. I decided to give you a chance, see if there was something behind that cold facade I'd gotten to know, and you invited me here for dinner and a talk. The talk lasted an hour, perhaps, but I don't think the talk was your primary intention."

"I'd been talking to you for months by that point," Sunset reminded her with a grin. "It was time for action."

"If by 'action' you mean that drink you gave me, yes," Rarity answered back. "And lots of honeyed words about how I was clearly in too deep with my work and responsibilities, and that we could help each other. I didn't believe you, but when I went home that night, everything felt different. I couldn't sleep, and my desire was absolutely through the roof. I don't know how you knew where I kept my key, or how you knew my family had left for a weekend vaccation earlier that day, but you managed to sneak into my house without me hearing, at the most convenient possible time. You took over my attempts to relieve my wicked, unrelenting heat, and though I was resistant at first, you showed me that you knew what you were doing. It took the entire weekend, and release after spectacular release, but you showed me how much more I could be enjoying life if I didn't spend so much of it fighting you." She gasped, panting more heavily. "I d-didn't know h-how much I n-needed someone to...t-to..." She tensed, her breathing accelerating to such an extent that she looked like she was hyperventilating, her body creasing until she fell to her knees and let out a wail, her voice giving out entirely for a second before she squealed again. Her body shook, and her tone trembled in equal form. It took nearly half a minute for her to return from the body-wracking episode.

"To do that?" Sunset finished, turning the toy down to its lowest setting, receiving an emphatic nod from the kneeling, slightly-frazzled woman. Finally getting up from the bed, the amber girl stepped over to Rarity and lifted her up, her touch gentle but her direction firm. With the beauty off her knees, Sunset turned her away from Twilight and guided her forward, bending the fashionista over and exposing her buttocks and legs. Taking a moment, Sunset spread Rarity's cheeks, a task the girl herself took over once she realised her partner's intention, showing off the tight wrinkle between her buns and the pink toy disappearing into her womanly cleft. Making sure Twilight was watching, Sunset reaching down and pulled, the egg slipping free from the female satin confines with ease, the room's light glistening from its soaked surface. Without anything to block the view, Twilight was given an open shot of the pink inner flesh of Rarity's womanhood, the colour contrasting in a characteristically beautiful way against her marble-white skin. The lips were parted, leaving an inviting gap that spoke to Twilight's innermost desires, awakening things she hadn't ever considered before.

The sight was wrenched from her as Sunset placed the egg on the bedside table, still slathered in natural juices, and stood Rarity up once more, directing her to the bed. After what she'd seen, looking the beauty in the eye was both the hardest thing to do and something she couldn't avoid, unable to break the majestic spell that kept their gazes locked. Sunset whispered something into Rarity's ear, then shoved her front half towards the bed, leaning across Twilight's supine form.

"Have you had the privilege of experiencing Sunset's divine tonguework?" Rarity asked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as Twilight shook her head after a few seconds of trying to speak, words evidently failing the young bookworm. "How enviable to be in such a position. What I wouldn't give to experience it for the first time again, but hindsight is twenty-twenty, as the saying goes, and I wouldn't have any reference for how good it'd be without experiencing it firsthand. I must say, I'm a little green that you get to witness this. I haven't seen the effect she has on anyone else, but having been the object of her application, I imagine it looks as magical as it feels."

Behind the woman, Sunset sank onto her knees, ducking down and disappearing behind the tailor, obscuring her action from view. Twilight was about to ask whether anything Sunset could offer could truly make subservience worth it - her own exposure to the surprisingly capable girl's skills notwithstanding - when Rarity let out a silent gasp, her lips parting and her eyes glazing over with an easy satisfaction. Her breaths deepened, and she looked down at Twilight with undisguised contentment.

"She knows exactly how to use her tongue," Rarity explained, her words bouncing with carnal approval. "The precision is absolutely unparalleled, and her movements are unmatched - the way she flicks and caresses, teases and touches, massages and probes..." She let out an audible sigh, simpering at the attention she was receiving. Twilight could visualise it; the amber face pressed between those white legs, the tongue lancing and gliding effortlessly and powerfully wherever it needed to go to make the fashionista sing her praises. As she imagined, she felt a tingle taking hold of her, and she had to fight back some vocalisations of her own, slowing her own needy gyrations to a lengthy undulation, disguising her shameful pleasure. She wasn't even the one being touched, and yet she was biting her tongue to stifle her whimpers. She couldn't do anything to disguise her hastened breathing, though.

"Does this excite you, Twilight?" the purple-haired beauty asked rhetorically, biting her lip playfully. "Imagination is a powerful tool, and you get to imagine just how well she plays with my garden. Is she probing deep? Is she tending to the edges?" She let out a staggered huff. "Normally, a lady doesn't t-tell, but..." She let out another huff, heavier this time. "B-but she deserves to h-have her talents highlighted. I wouldn't have b-been able to believe how she can dance like this if I wasn't shown personally. It's a performance fit for royalty, a-and...oh, yes, just there." She paused, unable to continue speaking while Sunset did something spectacular down below. "She isn't afraid to use her fingers, either, and she really knows how to tend to a lady. I-I don't think there's a m-m-more attentive lover anywhere on the gl-globe."

Rarity's speech became less coherent and structured the more the minutes dragged on. At first, she was able to string together metaphors and euphemisms, explaining in coded detail to Twilight how Sunset touched her and rubbed in the right way to make her shiver, but it didn't take long before her creativity and wit was eroded away by the persistent ministrations, the pauses and breaks in her speech growing longer and more frequent. Her idioms broke down, followed by her attempt to communicate entirely, reducing the eloquent girl to a pleading, babbling mess, encouraging and urging Sunset to continue exactly what she was doing, unable to offer any improvements on the masterful technique. Through it all, Twilight watched and listened, unwilling as well as unable to turn away. It was beyond mesmerising; the display called to her, and she listened, the images and sounds seared into her brain so thoroughly she knew she'd be able to recall them perfectly years from now.

None of them were keeping track of the time, each of them far too preoccupied with the bawdy encounter to process anything else. There was only Rarity's whines and gasps as Sunset moved and acted between her legs, doing wonderful, godly things that could only be put into sounds, not words, a rising tide of noise that described the feelings coursing through her better than any language could ever hope to achieve. Contrary to Twilight's expectations, the ending wasn't the loudest verse of the carnal song, sweeping into a sharp squeal before the breath rushed from her in a guttral growl, her body lowering as she trembled and shook until her head came to rest against Twilight's belly. Occasional squeaks flowed from her as her body sparked and jolted, unexpected and sudden feedback forcing her to express herself candidly to the room, but the majority of her high was signalled through the uncontrollable shakes and the broken pattern of her breathing.

Twilight was so fixated on the scandalous display by her prim and proper friend to notice Sunset's emergence from her station, until a fleshy smack drew an undignified yelp from the pleasure-saturated tailor. Standing up unsteadily, the purple-haired beauty turned to face the cause of her temporary debilitation. Twilight switched her attention to the amber girl, eyes widening at the messy sight that greeted her. Sunset's face was dripping with femlube, fluids glistening on her chin and lips, and her eyes shone with arrogant pride. While she'd been tucked away, she'd taken the time to shed some clothes, doing away with her jacket, shirt, and bra, and stood naked above the waist, her body on unabashed display. She didn't seem to care as Twilight's eyes fell to her bust, ogling the erect nipples that capped the perky c-cups. Her midriff was toned, her belly slim enough to land her a modelling gig for a bikini shoot. In spite of everything, Twilight felt a twinge of envy shoot through her, the ugly emotion gripping her heart for a few seconds. When she looked back up to Sunset's face, the girl winked and slid her hands around Rarity, pulling the girl in close and turning them just enough so Twilight had a side-on view.

It was a perfect angle to witness the intense, sloppy kiss that followed. The bound girl was spared no detail, witnessing Sunset's tongue slide past Rarity's lips and delve deep into her mouth, compelling the fashionista to taste her own southern residue. The sultry purr that resulted indicated just how much the ostensibly prim lady enjoyed the act, sinking into the oral probing with a blissful willfullness, gratefully accepting the flavour and the domination of her body. It was clear that there wasn't a single part of Rarity's body that was off-limits to Sunset; her hands roamed, her lips smacked wetly and loudly as they kissed brazenly and carelessly, and she led every movement, every motion, directing the flow, pace, and action. The white girl reacted without any verbal prompting, nor needing any correction; she reacted perfectly, flawlessly, as though they were one person. That's what it was, Twilight realised. Rarity's body wasn't just at Sunset's disposal - it was Sunset's. Not just her body, but her mind and soul, too. It all belonged to Sunset, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

It was what they were going to do with her, too. A sharp chill ran through Twilight at the realisation, followed by the boiling swell of horror. The thief had been forthcoming with her intentions, and seeing Rarity's state, Twilight didn't have any reason to disbelieve her. She'd be drained of her will, sapped of her independence, and kept in this dimension like a pet, or a toy. Her heart pounded, thumping against her chest so loudly she half-wondered why no one else could hear it. What scared her wasn't the understanding of her upcoming fate, though - she wanted it. Sunset had worked her devilish charm on Rarity, turned her, and now she was doing the same to an Equestrian princess. Rarity had said it had taken a weekend to convince her, and here she was, a lustful mess after less than an hour. Shame and horror battled in her head, her spirit trying to soothe her into accepting Sunset's will, her body running hot with need, and her mind withering under the competing demands of her crumbling confidence, her uncertainty, and her doubt. If she, a princess, couldn't resist Sunset's blatant manipulations for longer than a native of this world, was she fit to be a princess at all? Maybe Sunset really was right when she said she knew what was best for her.

As if reading her thoughts, the two girls beside the bed broke apart with a schlick, darting forward for sharp kisses and licks, Rarity giggling demurely as she cleared the slobber and remaining effluence from the face of her skilled paramour. Turning to Twilight, Sunset smirked smugly, her gaze cutting into the purple prude like a knife through butter. Did she know? Not even an hour ago, Twilight would've denied it with all her heart, but now, she wasn't sure. She could certainly believe it.

"You haven't cum," Sunset stated. "You're all pent up, aren't you? Burning from the inside like a filly in her first heat." She stepped closer, leaning over the supine woman. "Go ahead. Tell me I'm wrong." She waited, knowing full well that there was no way her captive could answer convincingly. "You've just watched this beautiful woman experience rapture twice now, and you've seen how well I treat my playthings. I want to give you that, but I can't do that without something in return from you."

"Wh-which is?" Twilight asked. She felt dirty for asking, the remaining shame left inside her bristling for even entertaining the idea of submitting.

"You need to stay here with me. Forever." A smile spread slowly across Sunset's face, warm and welcoming. It looked sincere. "Forfeit your crown, renounce your titles and old life in Equestria. Give up your friends back in that stagnant kingdom, and make a new life here with me. You'll make new friends, and you'll be happier here than you ever were back there." She leaned in closer. "Promise me, Twilight Sparkle. Assure me that you're mine."

The reward dangled in front of her, so close she could figuratively reach out and grasp it. It would be so easy - beyond easy, even. All she needed to do was to shed her responsibility, give up the obligations she had to Equestria. At this point, those things felt like burdens, pressing down on her with a cold, unshakable weight, the sisyphean responsibilities sapping her of spirit and strength. Why would she want to hold onto them? She'd seen what Sunset could offer, as well as a testimony from the girl's first convertee. There seemed to be no reason to refuse. Taking a deep breath, she centered her gaze onto the cyan eyes above her.

"I can't," she answered mournfully. "I can't just leave my friends like this. I owe it to them to return to Equestria, if nothing else." To her surprise, Sunset's smile widened.

"Not quite there just yet," she noted, trailing fingertips over Twilight's belly. "Good. I prefer a challenge. It makes the reward so much more fulfilling." With a gesture towards the cuffs, she began rubbing gentle circles over the purple midriff. "I want you to think back to the best orgasm you've ever had. Recall exactly how it felt when your mind crashed and you nearly alerted the city. Remember what you were jilling yourself to." She grinned as Rarity undid the restraints and held Twilight's arms in place, allowing her to pull the loose shirt and bra up and off her body. With the garments gone, the seamstress relocked the binds, deftly returning Twilight to her helpless state, red darkening her purple cheeks at being exposed properly. After seeing Sunset's perky pair, self-consciousness hit her like a truck, her own b-cups feeling diminutive and insignificant by comparison.

The amber girl didn't seem to mind. Her hands glissaded over her ribs and cupped the petite mounds, squeezing experimentally, just enough to get a feel for them. Even the small pressure was enough to pull a whimper from the girl, and Sunset's grin widened, taking up most of her face. Slowly, she furthered her grasp, reaching around the minute mounds and encapsulating them in between her fingers, kneading the pliant flesh in a practiced rhythm, applying the perfect amount of pressure to draw a response from the girl in question.

"Found that memory?" Sunset asked as she continued her mammary massage. "The one that everyone has? The best, most powerful, most unforgettable orgasm they've ever had?" She received an shameful shake of the head, and blinked in surprise. "No? You cannot recall the most mind-melting experience of your life? Nothing like that has ever happened? Surely a good climax then. I'm not expecting you to have visited the stars, but surely something felt really good to you at some point."

"I-I've never actually..."

"No way." The purple girl shifted uncomfortably, her face burning in shame. "No way. Do you hear this, Rarity? Twilight has never, ever, had an orgasm!"

"Oh, my!" the white girl giggled, holding a hand to her mouth. "How precious! This is just too adorable! Might I have the pleasure of helping teach her."

"Of course not," Sunset shot her down immediately. "I have the best pickings around here. You can have sloppy seconds, as always."

"Of course. Please forgive my insolence."

"You're forgiven. I can understand why you want it, given how rare it is to have someone so pure and untarnished in front of you, but I always get to go first. You do get the pleasure of watching, though."

"Oh, thank you, darling. You treat me far too well."

"I know. Now, Twilight, prepare yourself. This is going to change how you view the world forever, or at least until you agree to be mine forever. When you do that, this'll become a normal Tuesday."

Twilight didn't get the chance to ask what Sunset meant before the latter's hands doubled, then tripled, their attentive work, pushing and pulling and palming Twilight's puppies with indescribable competence. She knew her way around breasts, better than Twilight could even help herself. Already, the purple girl was panting, wiggling and gyrating as she coped with the onslaught of sensations, her sensitivity catching her off-guard. The heat inside her grew, burning brighter and hotter with every passing second, a pressure winding up in her belly. How could something so simple bring her so much pleasure? It didn't make sense!

She was already approaching her peak when Sunset pinched one of her nipples and pulled, tweaking the bud and sending a jolt through her body, and with a scream, she hurtled past the event horizon. The tension in her lower belly released, spreading through her body like a surging flood, crashing violently against her nerves and overloading her synapses, sparks shooting along the path of destruction through her. Her vision blurred, flashes and colours dancing across her sight even as she screwed her eyes shut tight to try and block out extra stimulation, and her mind swirled with the torrent of endorphins and feedback. She spasmed and jerked, moving involuntarily and constrained by the ropes and cuffs around her limbs, though the tightness barely registered to her.

"Darling?" Rarity asked, her voice muffled, as though she were speaking through a mask. "Are you back yet?" The purple girl's mind knit itself back together gradually, realising that the tailor had been asking about her for a minute or so by that point. She nodded, her vision swimming and her limbs numb. "I have to say, as good as Sunset is, I've never reacted quite as strongly as that. I truly am envious of your position; Sunset has an appreciation for girls who can demonstrate their arousal, and having seen what you're capable of, I have to concur. I would give my right arm to have the same jet d'eau that you do."

"Zhet what?" Twilight asked.

"Your grand eclipse," came the reply. "You made quite the mess of your skirt and panties, as well as the sheets. I'd change them, but I believe Sunset enjoys revelling in the results and products of her loving."

The purple woman glanced down, surprised to see her own final garments gone. She was stark naked, her body open for everyone's viewing pleasure, her smooth skin drenched in plentiful rivulets of her own making, all the way down to her knees. The buzz from her climax hadn't faded yet, and so she couldn't feel the extent of the watery mess, but from the reaction she'd received, she hadn't been lacking. That she hadn't felt or even noticed herself being untied, stripped, and retied shocked her; just how long had she been dazed?

"How about now?" Sunset asked, traipsing up the stairs, three glasses of water balanced in her hands. She handed one off to Rarity, who took a small, dainty sip before placing it aside, and gulped down a fifth of the contents of her own glass. She'd also stripped naked following Twilight's dissociation, leaving her bottom half as bare as the other two. Unlike Rarity, whose mound was decorated with a thin purple landing strip, the domme was waxed smooth. "Are you ready to commit, Twilight Sparkle? Pledge yourself to me." The bound girl didn't answer, but looked pained. After several long seconds, Sunset chuckled ominously. "We're getting there. How about we start slow? Say, thank you for that incredible orgasm, Sunset. I would like another."

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me." The amber girl took a deliberate sip of her water, staring down the flushed captive. "Say it. I have all night, and you're the only one tied down. Rarity and I can screw all we want. We can go out and get food, we can go to the movies, or we can play video games downstairs. You're stuck there, and you can't touch yourself. Convince me you deserve my attention." A few long seconds passed by in tense silence before Sunset let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head in showy disappointment. "Come on Rarity. Let's go get some food, and then you can eat me out while-"

"Th-thank you for the o-orgasm," Twilight cut in, her words muted. The sentence interrupted the amber woman's instructions, and all eyes on the room turned to her.

"What was that?"

"Th-thank you...for the orgasm."

"Just an orgasm?"

"The...the incredible orgasm."

"I see. Is that all?"

"I...I'd like another?"

"That was an appaling attempt. Try again."

"Th- ...thank you for the incredible orgasm. I'd really like another one, please."

Sunset rolled her eyes and shook her head again. "My time is precious. Rarity here is worth my time, having proved it a hundred times over. She does what I say when I say it, and I reward her for that. I do not like having my time wasted." Her eyes narrowed, and she scowled. "If you half-ass it one more time, I'm walking downstairs and I'm not coming up until I need to use that bed to sleep. Got that? What is it you want to say to me?"

"Thank you for the incredible orgasm!" Twilight wailed, tugging at the cuffs needily. "It was the best I've ever had, and I can't remember what it's like to climax without you! You've made me realise how much I'm wasting my life reading dusty old books instead of experiencing the real best thing a mare can ever have, and I really really really need you to give me another, please!" Her yanks became desperate, thrashing without thought as her desires overtook her rationality.

"Oh my," Rarity commented, smirking at the self-debasement. "I think you might've broken her."

"Not yet I haven't," Sunset answered, a low, possessive growl to her feminine tone. "Get up there and do what you do best." She set down the two glasses in her hands onto the bedside table and moved onto the bed, crawling towards the supine woman's nethers, the predatory skulking blocked from view as Rarity straddled her newest friend.

"What a lucky creature you are," the smooth-talking seamstress mused, giggling as she lowered herself to Twilight's face. "Beautiful and picked by the best lover on the planet. I think we're going to become fast friends, you and I." She kissed Twilight's cheek chastely, purring seductively into the flustered woman's ear.

A prick pulled a gasp from Twilight, the sudden presence of pressure against her skin startling her, the tugging that followed causing a surge of adrenaline to flow through her veins as excitement and mild panic mixed. The light pincering faded, then reappeared further up her thigh, and again, moving in a more-or-less straight line across her inner leg. Just when she'd grown used to the pattern, the sensation surprised her on her other leg, catching her by surprise.

"She likes to nibble," Rarity spoke, guessing from the other girl's expression what was happening. She can be so rough sometimes-" A sharp slap cracked through the air, and the white woman gasped. "-but it's always so worth it. I think you'll already learning that, aren't you?" She leaned down, kissing softly at Twilight's neck. Unlike Sunset, she didn't use teeth, but she didn't need to; the way she suckled was just as intense, the softness stoking the fire in the recipient's belly until she moaned under her breath.

The first wet drag up her cleft sent a pulse through Twilight's loins, and she couldn't keep the groan to herself. The gentle biting and the affectionate sucking was bearable, even if it was a difficult task, but the raw contact of dexterous muscle against her soaked, vulnerable flesh was too much to suppress her vocalisations, and the noises poured from her throat unabated. Her hips followed each slow upwards pull, desiring to stay with the source of the wanton pleasure she felt, averse to even a second away from it. The pace increased exponentially, slowly enough at first that Twilight didn't even recognise the increase, but when the up and down began to feel less like measured swipes and more like flicks, she matched the vigour with her moans and whimpers and whines, bleating enthused yips and huffs to no one and everyone.

The well of pleasure filled quickly, coaxed by the tongue flashing across her lower lips, the insistent touches building the tension until it became all-encompassing to Twilight. Only then did Sunset move to the pearl atop the bookworm's drooling gate, strumming the bud with a focused, efficient precision, ensuring every movement was devoted to pleasing the writhing woman. As if psychic, she moved in time with Twilight's thrashing, matching every jerk and lunge of the hips with an appropriate swerve, keeping pace with the eratic flailing so flawlessly that it seemed she knew what Twilight's next move would be before the nerd herself did.

The eruption was just as strong as before, and far more intense. Twilight's body shook as a current coursed through her, turning her stiff and leaving her trembling in the peaks and troughs of rapture, pulses emnating from the bundle of nerves that had started her climax. She bucked and screamed furiously, unable to move away from the ruthless tongue that assailed her at every turn, the intensity slamming into her over and over until her throat ran dry and she ran out of air to exhale in explosive bouts. Luckily, she recovered quicker, her mind able to reorganise with more success following the initial experience.

"What a strong set of lungs you have on you," Rarity teased, delivering kisses along the purple woman's jawline. "She might be able to dance, but you can certainly sing. Perhaps I'm the lucky one in this arrangement, having two talented girlfriends." She left one final kiss on Twilight's lips, the contact tender and brief. Glancing back, she smirked, and returned to her cycle of kisses. "She likes it wet, and you have left her positively quenched. Don't outdo me, or she might not have any further use for me. If you keep gushing like that, she might pay all her attention to you."

Once more, Twilight couldn't summon the strength to answer before a sensation played across her petals again, soft touches against her winking entrance that sent a weak wave of contractions up her groin. Without much fanfare, thin digits probed her valley, sliding across her sodden flesh and easing their way inside, the process slow and methodical, and without any resistance; after two mind-melting orgasms, she was too wet and spread to have to worry about being ready for penetration. In spite of her lustful impatience, she was glad for the glacial pace, taking the time to calm her beleaguered nerves and lower her sensitivity to more of the same. As with everything, Sunset seemed to know what she was doing, and by the time a second and third finger slid inside her, she was ready for them. The wet schlick grew increasingly sloppy and loud, always more audible than Twilight's climbing tone.

The three fingers were the perfect texture and size, curling to rub and touch at sections of her wall that sparked and forced gasps from the restrained girl, her muscles clenching down on the intruding appendages in ever-more rapid cycles, desperately trying to tighten around those wonderful, dexterous inserts. She squeezed and leaked, never able to wring them hard enough or lube them up enough to satisfy herself, her throat beginning to itch from its overexertion. Rarity sandwiched Twilight's face between her breasts, smothering her lovingly, and muffling her moans in a way that did nothing to silence the girl, but made the noises that bit more delightful. Surrounded by pillowy marshmallows, the bound woman endured her agonising enrichment, the sheer amount of good she was receiving driving her lust and pleasure to dizzying heights.

The addition of a thumb against her clit didn't set of Twilight at first, and she lasted for a minute or two while Sunset circled and pressed before she broke again, her system firing off randomly and tormenting her with a roiling wave of euphoria. She didn't know if she splashed Sunset again, too preoccupied in the moment to give it any thought, but as soon as she was able, she tried to ask, her unfocused eyes attempting fruitlessly to glance the results of her captor's work. She never got the chance - those magical fingers began their work again, this time accompanied by a hungry pair of lips wrapped around that throbbing nub.

She lost herself to the cycles of flying and falling, rocketing up and floating back down, each crash against her mind eroding it more swiftly and surely than the sea against a stubborn rock face. All throughout, Rarity cooed at her, enunciating words of encouragement and praise, aimed at everything about Twilight; her beauty, her intellect, her gorgeous body and adorable noises. She believed her. Rarity was always generous, and right now, she was watching out for her, even as the girl herself received no direct pleasure. She didn't know who kissed who - perhaps the comfort she felt with the marble beauty had pushed her to the intimacy of it, or maybe the fashionista had found it appropriate - but their lips clasped together at some point, with Rarity taking the lead. Twilight let her, willingly. It was deep, far deeper than anything Twilight had experienced in her fumbling experiments back home. The dainty, feminine tonuge ran rings around her own, sparring and swatting down Twilight's comparatively clumsy and sluggish muscle. She felt it explore, running along her teeth, probing back until all there was left was the taste of that amazing, wonderful, beautiful mare.

No, not mare. Person. She wasn't in Equestria now. She was being tended to by Rarity, in a way that her Rarity never did. She supposed that made this Rarity her Rarity now.

"What was that?"

The question didn't register at first, at least not consciously, and Twilight had to blink herself back to drunken mindfulness. She'd said something, and Sunset was asking for clarity. What was it she'd said? It must've been important. Was it begging for another climax? No, she'd already done that so many times already. Was it making out with Rarity? No, she'd been doing that when she struggled around the kiss to say-

Oh. She knew what it was. She'd been terrified before, but now...now she knew. She knew what she wanted, and she knew it more firmly than anything she'd ever known before. A beaming smile lit up her face, and she focused her wandering, unsteady gaze on the fluid-drenched amber face of her saviour.

"I'm yours," she stated, hoarsely. Her throat was scratchy, and talking was a chore, but she persisted. "I don't want Equestria, or anything there. There's nothing for me there. You were right. I don't want that crown, or the princesshood, or to have responsibilities or obligations to any of them any more." Sunset's face lit up, and that made Twilight happy. She was making her new friend happy. That was good. She wanted to do more of that, and so she kept speaking as the domme stepped off the bed and rummaged through a box. "Back there, I have nothing but duties to an entire world, and all the rewards I got were conditional on me going along with it. I've already received tenfold from you what I'd get from anyone back home, and all you wanted was for me to see the truth."

Sunset stood up, an object in hand, and gave Twilight the respect of her attention as the latter continued to declare her desire. Stepping through the gaps, Sunset wiggled the contraption over her hips and pulled the straps around her, moving with a grace that didn't seem possible with the mundane nature of her task. When she was finished, she wore a pseudo-phallus, something alien to the ex-pony splayed across her bed, but recognisable in function. With its position on her body, veiny shaft, and approximate shape, it was recognisable as an imitation of a penis, its rounded glans notwithstanding.

She said nothing as she crawled onto the bed, her progress unobstructed by Rarity this time. She stalked closer, the purple-haired beauty moving to the side dutifully so that the two could lock eyes and share a simmering, smoldering gaze. The link was stronger than magnetism, stronger than any chain. Inch by inch, the gap closed, the distance shortening, until an amber body rested above a mulberry one, the toy cock nestled against the bound girl's belly.

"I'll keep you safe and happy here," Sunset said at last. "I'll give you purpose and meaning. All I want in exchange is your undying, unwavering, and eternal loyalty. You'll give up your throne and life in Equestria. You'll give up any hope of ever returning. You'll be mine, now and forever, and do whatever I ask of you." Twilight went to speak, but was silenced by a finger against her lips. "This isn't a whim. What you decide now is permanent. You'll never see your old friends or old life again. When you say 'yes', you'll be dedicating yourself to me, forever. There will be no going back in a week, month, year, or decade. There won't be any Equestria for you any more. There'll be no more princesses, no more alicorns, and no more mentors or goddesses. You won't be Celestia's servant any more - you'll be mine. Now...choose." She removed her finger from Twilight's lips, holding a demanding, asking stare. The woman beneath her looked vulnerable; needy, delicate, and frightened. Flashes of fear and uncertainty played across the tied girl's expression, and she bit her lip. Her eyes flicked to the other woman beside, back to Sunset, back to Rarity, and then back to Sunset again. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again.

"I never want to go back. I'm yours, present and future."

Sunset's lips curled into a lecherous, leering grin, and she dragged the dildo back until it slipped into the cleft between Twilight's splattered legs, letting it nestle at the entrance of her womanhood for a moment. She felt like she was looking over a cliff at the yawning chasm beyond, dangling precariously on the precipice of a monumental decision. It was glorious, and like the split second before a fall, she revelled in the wash of awareness, the great feeling of the upcoming leap, and the unshakable of the freedom of innevitability after the drop. It felt like minutes, sitting on that height, but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds before she took the plunge.

The length sank into Twilight's confines in a single thrust, the thoroughness of her earlier work making the journey swift and easy. Inch after inch ground against the untouched depths, yanking a shrieking yelp from the virgin as she was stuffed full, shuddering against the sudden violation. Pulling back was harder than thrusting in, the instinctive clench providing the resistance that had been absent on the way in, but with repeated rolls of her hips, the amber girl set a steady motion, plowing the restrained girl with as much tenderness as she cared to give.

"Untie Twilight then get back here and do your job," she ordered the bystander, who nodded subserviently and hastened to unfasten the cuffs around the purple girl's wrists, loosening the binds and allowing the corrupted girl to wrap her arms around her welcome violator, desperately pulling the amber girl into a passionate kiss. Sunset allowed it, thrusting her tongue past the newest sub's lips and into that unexplored mouth, bringing the girl's own taste to her attention. Maybe that was what set Twilight off, her pussy clamping around the silicon battering her plundered canal as she wailed into the lip-lock.

The feeling of heels against her thighs indicated that Rarity had untied Twilight's legs, leaving her free, or as free as she was ever going to be under Sunset's will. The domme growled at the thought, a sadistic shiver running through her, followed by a physical shiver as soft, feminine hands planted themselves on her buttocks and spread, giving the prim woman space to stick her face in and ravish the drenched slit that had remained untouched during the session.

Pulling back, Sunset turned her rolling into a hammering, ravaging the ex-princess with a perverse hunger that drove her lust. The purple girl was just coming down from her latest climax, and the sudden roughness - beyond what she'd already been receiving - stimulated her towards yet another orgasm, speeding closer than should've been possible. What a gloriously sensitive slut, Sunset pondered, her ass slapping against Rarity's face as she pounded the elastic pussy in front of her. She didn't care - the fashionista was her property, and she could take a bit of a slap, besides. What was important was making Twilight cum and cum and cum until she was nothing more than a slave to her own pleasure, and by extension, Sunset's will. She'd already achieved that, but there was no harm in making sure. Besides, there was something else that motivated her.

Celestia's student. She'd just corrupted Celestia's student, the symbol of all that was good, wholesome, and hopeful within Equestria. She'd just sabotaged their petty little project as sure as if she'd slapped the alicorn across the face herself. She'd proven that she was superior to the best that fantasy land of weakness could offer. She was mightier than the best of Equestria. She was the best there was.

The thrill of tearing down something so pure, the pride in achieving something no one would ever be able to achieve, and the physical presence of a girl climaxing again and again, each orgasm bleeding into the next - at her doing - while another lavished her with oral attention was all she needed. Rarity was second only to herself with her tonguework, and the fact the ladylike beauty had no qualms in letting her tongue wander to slather the domme's pucker undoutedly upped the excitement of the situation. At long last, her goals achieved, her revenge accomplished, and her dripping need so thoroughly worked, Sunset let out a bellow, the dense tension releasing in an explosive wave.

The dildo was still slathered in femslime when she pulled out, Twilight's quim still so productive even after hours of unrelenting demand. She was something special indeed. Sitting on her heels, she rested, panting after what could only be described as rapture. Her hair was a mess, she was coated in feminine juices, and she was happier than she'd been in years. Looking at Rarity, she gestured to the phallus.

"Rarity will show you how it's done," Sunset said, looking over at Twilight. Between her legs, the white girl flipped her hair out of the way and pursed her lips, taking a few inches at a time in slow, steady bobs of her head. "She'll clean your pussy off me today, but we'll have to teach you how to properly deepthroat a dick at some point. It's not fair to make everyone else clean up after you." The convert nodded emphatically, and Sunset grinned. The bookworm was adorable, and since she'd been stripped of her old purpose and life, it was up to her to guide the new sub on how to behave. She had a duty to her property, after all.

Sentiment could wait, though. For now, she closed her eyes, listening to the heavy breathing of a fallen princess and the lewd slurping of a corrupted fashionista. Somewhere, a white alicorn was fretting, knowing she'd lost not only her student, but her high ground. She'd lost everything.

Nothing could wipe the grin from Sunset's face for the rest of the week.