Twin Suns: Heart of the Empire

I sighed and began to grumpily grumble to myself underneath my breath that my split personalities were being mean to me.

They will regret this, that I swear. I’ll... think of something sufficiently punishing. At some point, I dunno when. I won’t forget, though. Definitely not. And it shall be glorious revenge, indeed! They will think twice before teaming up on me again!

Anyway! Finding the barracks proved to be of no difficulty at all, these guards followed a pattern that was weirdly enough really easy to figure out. I just followed a patrol for a half an hour or so (staying inconspicuous all the while, acting like I was browsing through the stalls in the market and just going around ‘checking up’ on ponies, using my magic whenever ponies started to question why I was there in the first place), until, at last, I learned from where their replacements came from, relieving them from their shift.

I probably should have guessed that their base of operations was right by the castle, shouldn’t I? Ah, well... it’s not like it wasn’t helpful to know their movement patterns, anyway. Not that I wouldn’t have eventually figured out that they were basically circling inwards and outwards from the castle throughout the city.

Since the returning patrol was so kind to lead me here, I helped myself to their meaty sticks with an eager enthusiasm before they could report back that they hadn’t found anything. While I was at it, I also conveniently learned how to speak their language while gorging myself on their oh-so-succulent emotions.

To be honest, I had better. Not only emotion-wise, but their pitiful performance was passable at best. They didn’t even get me off as they finished one after the other within me. I left the two blithering idiots in the alley I lured them to, burying them under the trash of their neighbors just like they deserved. Maybe by the end of the day, I won’t feel so... unsatisfied.

The trash was too kind of a place for them, I mused darkly. They deserved worse after they gave a poor earthpony stallion a rather rough beating while on their patrol because he dropped his ‘oh-so-precious’ cargo after his strength finally left him (not really that much of a wonder, considering the cart was loaded full of stone).

My conviction to grant them the least amount of mercy possible was starting to waver and I entertained the thought of enacting vengeance on these pieces of garbage despite what I promised to myself (and Birch Leaf).

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, huh? If it is paved with good intentions, then vengeance is the motivator to travel it (well, one of them, I suppose). Vengeance is an insidious trap that one can’t easily escape from. Not on your own, at least.

It was a tempting road to travel, wasn’t it? I’d rather not become a hypocrite to myself and what I told Shadra, though. Besides, Leaf would hate me if I let it consume me and I swore to myself that I would only do what was absolutely necessary. I can be better. I have to believe that.

Still... this was by far worse than reading history books about this kind of stuff. I was actually here and it hurt so damn much not being able to instantly change things to be magically better.

Instead, I had to incite a revolution, which will more than likely lead to a very bloody civil war later down the line. As much as I wished I could go back to Earth and the sheltered life that I had back there right now to avoid all of this bullshit... I can’t. I can’t, in good conscience, leave these poor ponies in this type of state. I wanted to give them a better life, a life similar to the one I enjoyed on my old planet.

They deserve a life of no worries, a peaceful life. And I’m going to make that possible... somehow. I had no idea how I would do so just yet, but I was going to find a way to achieve that goal if it was the last thing I did.

The barracks next to the castle was surprisingly bustling with activity even with so many of their soldiers out and about. “Hello, boys. I don’t suppose any of you know where I can find some dick around here, hmm?”

“Lady, I don’t know where you came from, but mares have no place here,” one of the officers snapped at me, coming over to throw me out most likely. Too bad the poor fool stood next to no chance against the powerful pheromones I produced, the scent of my thick arousal changing the stallion's mind rather swiftly about wanting me gone. To be honest, though? I didn’t like the twisted gleam in his eyes as he looked down on me, a shudder going through me. “But I can show you mine if you want...”

“Oh, I’m sure you want to,” I whispered back raunchily, my voice sending lewd shivers down his spine. Disgusting pig. “How about you give me a good time while your friends there get out of their armor for me, huh?”

“With pleasure, my lady,” the stallion answered with a dumb grin, fidgeting with his legs as I suspected he’d rather jump me instead of doing as I ordered of him. But he was a very obedient stallion, urging his mates to get ready for the time of their lives. It was almost cute, watching him convince the others to gangbang the ‘slut’ since they deserved a little reward for their ‘hard’ work of searching for little ol’ me. If only they knew.

I watched with anticipation as each of the currently present stallions began to stroke their tools to get them hard enough to shove them into my eagerly waiting snatch. My marehood was already crying rivers and I was getting rather impatient as they took a little bit too long for my liking.

So, to help things along a little bit, I pushed the officer that fell to my charms first against the far desk, quickly capturing his twitching cock with my muzzle. The slurping noises as I started to suck on it had him rock hard in no time, and, as I felt a pair of strong legs roughly shove my rear up, I knew some of the other stallions were raring to go as well.

A moan forced itself out of my throat as the one behind me failed to insert his rod properly in me, prodding my labia with the flat tip of his thick horse cock, managing to arouse me far more than I would have thought at the thought of getting fucked by ponies of all things.

But, oh my gosh, it felt so great being the center of their lust-filled attention. And the taste, it was like a gourmet treat on my tongue. Lust was by far one of my favorite emotions to nibble on, I had to admit. It just had this... incredibly hearty taste, setting my core aflame with warmth not unlike what I remember alcohol to have felt like (thankfully without the added mind-numbing effect... so far). It didn’t stay with nibbling, though, as I bobbed my head up and down on the throbbing cock while I teased him mischievously with my tongue, saliva and droplets of pre-cum mixing within my mouth as I thoroughly lubricated that meaty tool of his. Sadly, my teasing motions were promptly cut short as my other fuck partner got his shit together, piercing my marehood open with jerky ramming motions, forcing me further against the stallion groaning happily from the unexpected development of getting to throat fuck me.

It was not quite as good as I had hoped it would be since the two were rather lackluster with returning the pleasure equally, but hey! At least they weren’t as bad as the first two I had left outside in the trash (which wasn't really that much of an accomplishment), that was something, right?

Alas, the officer currently abusing my muzzle shot his load faster than I expected him to, but thankfully, the stallion was quickly replaced by one of the more eager soldiers around me, shoving the spent stallion to the side and forcing his dick directly into my throat without any warning.

Not that I minded, I didn’t feel any discomfort due to the lack of having a gag reflex. What I did mind, though, was the pace he plunged his dick in and out of my throat. It was like he didn’t even care if I was able to breathe, valuing his own pleasure more than being courteous with me.

They... they treated me like a toy. A fucking fuck toy! No wonder all of them were so awkward with their movements, I doubt any mare would willingly put up with these assholes! I somehow managed to get through it, though, bored out of my mind after a while as they repeated the pattern of shoving their comrades to the side after they blew their load into me, whether down my throat or my love canal (or on me, wasting precious cum like the idiots that they were). Not that this had anything to do with love, it was actually starting to be less fun and more like a chore.

I quietly apologized to Shadra for making them go through this lackluster performance with me. I didn’t want my Prince(ss) to think that sex was this bad. If anything, the partners I had sex with were making the pleasure of sex that bad. Arachne was by far better with her dick than all of them combined. Nay, she surpassed them by miles, even.

But... to be honest? My expectations weren’t all that high, to begin with. Not after what I saw of the two dolts I lured into the alley, barely lasting for a minute each or so. These guards just saw a pretty mare waltz right into their little clubhouse, ask for dick, and... well, a ‘lowly prostitute’ doesn’t get to feel pleasure, huh?

At least I was getting a decent meal out of them. And a lot of cum, but I wasn’t too certain whether or not I was happy with the ‘quality’ of it. I definitely should find myself some stallions that weren’t this dense and so easily manipulated by my pheromones (even though that might make it harder to seduce them). Maybe my pheromones were just too powerful for anypony to resist me if I could just as easily seduce females, judging by how Leaf commented about me smelling good.

After the last one sprayed his cum where I actually wanted it to go, I dragged the highest-ranking officer up on the table, mockingly caressing his cheek with a hoof as I gave him a disdainful look for still being so out of it after cumming just once.

Not everyone could be a porn star, I suppose. Still, I had at least hoped these ponies had more stamina than that. How disappointing, truly. I didn’t even cum once during the pretty much underwhelming orgy (I was suspecting that the porn industry had lied to me in regards to that).

I mean, it was kinda hot watching men go at it without ever getting tired, so I can’t really blame all of my disappointment on people that had made it their profession to hold out for as long as they could. Still... one would have thought that ponies could match that endurance without too much trouble, especially those that were supposed to be the fittest of the fittest, soldiers of the highest caliber. Alas, this was reality, I realized.

They could have at least had the decency to get me to orgasm as well before they succumbed to their own euphoria. That wasn’t too much to ask for, was it? Bunch of assholes.

“Alrighty,” I sighed grumpily to myself in dissatisfaction and resigned myself to shred the commanding officer’s mind into tiny pieces to get at the information that I needed. “It’s nothing too personal, dear. You’re just in the way of a revolution. And your performance was utter shit, so...”

“Wha..?” the stallion mumbled, blearily opening his eyes only to see my glowing magenta ones as I sent a spike crashing into his mental defenses. I kept his mouth forcefully shut to prevent him from making too many noises as I directed his thoughts to where they kept the prisoners in the dungeon, dragging each of his memories out so that Arachne, Shadra, and I could sift through them.

The only thing I learned from him was that he wasn’t apparently important enough to know where exactly they kept Amore in the friggin’ maze underneath this city. I didn’t expect them to have such a convoluted system of holding cells, but these unicorns were kinda into suppressing those they didn’t want making noises. If I had to compare that maze to something, I would say that it was only surpassed by the Paris Catacombs in complexity and vastness (and those were by no means small).

Amore wasn’t the only noble that was kept away from the public eye for speaking out against the cruelty of the king, though. The bastards had a whole department down there that was dedicated to ‘enlightening’ those they merely suspected were against unicorn supremacy, doing truly unspeakable things to their fellow unicorns from what I gleaned from the officer’s memories.

And, on top of the absolute clusterfuck that these unicorns had proven themselves to be, the earthponies weren’t the only ones they have pulled the slavery schtick with, because why wouldn’t they?

There were pegasi in this world, as well. They didn’t get to see the light of day as often as the earthponies did, though. The ‘featherbrains’ were apparently too rowdy and only ‘helped’ with the weather when it was needed of them and thus, were locked up most of the time.

I swear, this kingdom...

How can it be that these unicorns feel entitled to everything just because they had the ability to use magic and made the heavenly objects into their bitches?! It’s utterly disgusting. I didn’t feel quite as bad about doing this anymore as when I started, but... I wish I didn’t even have to resort to these methods in the first place. I didn’t like doing it, as necessary as it was.

Since none of the stallions in the first group had anything worthwhile to add to the knowledge I got from the commanding officer manning the front desk, I left the little orgy behind in search of the actual big wig running this place. I did know the layout of the barracks now, thankfully, so it was less of a hassle to find the pony that I wanted.

And, oh boy, what a hunk of stallion he was. I momentarily doubted I could fit his monster of a dick in my snatch, but who knows? A bit of transformative magic could solve that problem for me if I needed to be a little bit taller, and more importantly, a little bit wider and stretchier.

“Can I help you?” the General asked, not looking up from the document he was currently studying.

“That depends,” I answered, silently locking the door behind me before anypony could come in to interrupt me. The stallion with the gruff brown-gray beard (something that looked quite ridiculous on a pony of all things) gave me a wary and suspicious glance, and I immediately recognized him as I saw that look in his eyes. He was the fucking pony that shot a hole through my leg! “Can you actually lift that dick off the ground or is that horn of yours the only thing that stays hard for you?”

“Who sent you?” the stallion grunted, and before he could reach out to the heavy greatsword with his magic, I sent one of those stunners at him that I ‘learned’ from one of the soldiers that were so generous with their donation of cum and emotions.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I spat, kicking his jaw for having disfigured my magnificently glorious body. “You will tell me what I want to know, whether you like it or not. If you give me a satisfactory answer, you’ll get to stick that monster of yours in me.”

“And if I refuse?” he grumbled, trying to shake me off of him as I straddled the asshole with my hindlegs, rubbing my pussy all over him. He really didn’t like that, judging by how disgusted he was by it. It only encouraged me more to sexually harass him after what he had done to me. He probably deserved even worse, to be honest.

“Aww, you’re almost cute,” I smiled, patting him condescendingly on his head before striking his horn viciously. “You believe you can refuse me?”

“You’ll pay for that, little mare!” he growled and I made a tut-tutting sound.

“I don’t think so, you naughty boy you,” I sneered down at him, a little bit impressed that he was resisting my pheromones for so long. “I want to know where Lord Amore is being kept, asshole. If you answer nicely, you won’t have to have your mind shredded to pieces. Trust me, it’s not pretty when you don’t cooperate.”

“Fuck you,” he spat and I wiped his disgusting gunk away from my cheek with disdain. “The King will have you executed and I’ll be there to chop your fucking head off, witch!”

“Don’t be so hasty with those words, dear,” I told him. You know, I don’t actually have to fuck every available stallion in this awful kingdom and this one was getting on my nerves remarkably well. I don’t want him harming my beautiful body any more than he already did, certainly not with that disgusting sausage of his (I was far too pretty for such an abhorrent fate, after all). Not to mention, there were better options for me to choose from than him, and, aside from that, it was no fun when they threatened to kill you. “Pretty soon, that ‘King’ of yours is going to be the one without a head. I don’t think he will be giving anypony any orders then.”

That managed to piss him off even more, much to my gleeful satisfaction. “Die, traitorous witch!” he roared, lighting up his horn to blast me with that damn spell again. I’d rather not have a hole in my head, thank you very much!

“Too bad you had to make this difficult,” I pouted, snapping his horn off with a swift strike of my hoof. It hurt a lot less than I thought it would have, to be honest. Not that the idiot could say the same thing about his own severed appendage. “Now, I ask again: Where is Amore being held in that little maze of yours?”

“Fuck you!” he howled, thrashing uselessly underneath me. I sighed, vexed. Let’s see how he likes this, then, I mused darkly while I got rid of my disguise. The bastard let out a startled cry as I used my changeling flames to leave burn marks all over him, giving him the order to answer my damn question with a vicious snarl on my muzzle. “What the fuck are you?! You’re that thing from the streets, aren’t you?! I won’t fucking tell you anything, you monster! Guards! Help!”

“Do cry louder,” I snarled while my magic pulsed angrily. It kept slipping off of him because he kept thrashing around so much while his horn continued to sputter weakly with reddish brown sparks. I was tempted to break his muzzle, too. After all, if he wasn’t going to tell me anything useful, why keep it intact? “Nopony is coming to your rescue, dear. Not anytime soon, that is.”

“What have you done to my soldiers, witch?!” he cried furiously and I chuckled, showing him a wickedly fanged grin. Smelling his fear so strongly was bringing my sadistic side out to play and I stopped caring whether or not anything would be left of him after I was done with him.

“They are alive,” I shrugged, licking my fangs before sinking them into his neck to sedate him enough that I could work my magic. And even if he stopped breathing altogether from the paralysis, it wouldn't be too much of a loss to me. Someone in this fucked up city would have the answers I sought, I was sure of it. Even if I have to beat it out of King 'Nuts-for-Brains'. “Now, last chance... tell me where Amore is.”

“You won’t get through with this, you abomination,” he growled, trying to weakly lift his legs. The best he could do right now was to flop uselessly around. It was kinda funny to watch, actually. “The King will...”

“Yeah, yeah, the King will yadda yadda yadda. I’ve already heard that one before and I don’t care what he will do without a head,” I hummed with disinterest. “Now, then... you really want to be a vegetable that badly, huh?”

I didn’t give him the time to answer as I used my mind magic to hammer away at his mental fortitude, all the while mixing up my approach in the hopes of finding a weakness in his defenses. He was holding steadfast against even that, though. I suppose he wasn’t the General of the Kingdom of Unicornia for nothing, as much as it was a pain in my flank to deal with his resistance against mental attacks.

Shadra asked and I gave a nod, letting go of my control over our body so that my beautiful Prince(ss) could switch places with me. “Now, I’m going to ask you one last time, and if you don’t answer, being a vegetable will be the least of your problems.”

“Fuck. You,” the General answered through gritted teeth, causing Shadra to smile wickedly.

“Tell me your name, please,” Shadra said, and to my wonder, the stallion underneath us began to struggle keeping his mouth shut. “No? Your name shall be Poop, then. You like your new name, don’t you?”

“N-n-n... Y-y-y... Ngh! Yes!” General ‘Poop’ answered, spouting out his reply against his will. I snickered with Arachne as Shadra smiled in satisfaction, patting the stallion’s head almost affectionately.

“Good,” Shadra nodded. “Whenever someone asks you for your name, you shall always answer with that one, do you understand? Instead of your rank, you shall say ‘I love’ followed by your new name. Will you do that for me? You want to be a good boy, don’t you? You aren't allowed to disappoint me... do you understand?”

“I-I... Argh! I-I... Ngh... Yes! I will answer with... Ngh! No! Stop! My head hurts! Please! I'll do it, I'll do it, just stop!” he replied, huffing in exertion through gritted teeth and Arachne’s and my laughter got even louder after that. It was totally despicable what Shadra was doing to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The general was one of those ponies that was directly responsible for the slavery in this kingdom and this punishment was actually relatively tame in comparison to what we could have done to him, instead.

“That’s great,” Shadra smiled, increasing the flow of magic in order to pry his mind open. “Now, one last thing before we get back to my initial question. Who is your enemy?”

“You, you disgusting whore!” the humiliated General answered, foaming at the corners of his muzzle. Shadra let out a displeased hum, increasing the amount of magic again. The scream that followed was unlike anything I've ever heard and it brought back that little nagging voice in the back of my head that told me what we were doing right now was wrong. But... seeing the burning hatred in his eyes for anything not born as a unicorn made me shut out my conscience for a moment longer.

This was a necessary evil, I told that to myself without any conviction whatsoever. Instead of intervening like I probably should have, I let Shadra continue on... torturing... the poor guy. I... I couldn't allow myself to be merciful right now, they were monsters that deserved everything coming to them. It had to be done... right?

“Oh, you poor thing, you. So delusional,” Shadra told him and it almost sounded like my Prince(ss) felt pity for the General. “I'm not the enemy here, I'm trying to help you! You’re an earthpony, aren’t you? Don’t you want the king dead? Don’t you want to be a good boy for me? You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?”

“Nrgh! No! Fuck you! You fucking whore, you witch! Die, you abomination! Die!” the stallion underneath us raged, trying to kick us off but Shadra was quick to bind him with our silk. It was mildly impressive to me that he was fighting against the venom that well, but it was hardly enough to save his hide.

Shadra knew no mercy.

“Tell me, who is your enemy?” Shadra tried again, a vicious snarl on her muzzle and a growl in her voice. I could see the eyes of General Poop start to glaze over, faintly glowing with the magenta color of our magic.

“T-the... t-the...'' he struggled, voice growing more distant and 'absent' by the second. That didn't stop him from biting at his own tongue, though. It was his last desperate bid to stop himself from succumbing to the mental suggestion.

“The what?” Shadra whispered almost impatiently, using our magic to stop the stallion from trying to bite his own tongue off. I could tell she wanted... no, needed... to hear him say it, to make him suffer like she had. Or like Tobias had suffered, at any rate.

“The... earthponies, you fucking whore...” the general growled, only to let out a gurgling gasp. “You... won’t... win. The Mage Order will... will...”

“Ah, well, that’s your opinion,” Shadra shrugged, brushing a strand of our mane behind our ear while giving the General a disdainful haughty glare (one only Shadra could pull off). “I had hoped you would be a good boy for me and do as I told you to, but I can see that you won’t break so easily. A pity, truly. Sadly, I don't have the time to make you cooperate 'willingly'. I guess I will have to find somepony else that could give me those answers while I leave you here, all alone and paralyzed. The revolution has just begun, my dear... and they won’t be as kind with you as I was when they find you. Ta ta.”

I said as Shadra stole the keyring from where it hung, leaving the office with the general behind after disguising us as that non-existent unicorn mare again.

Shadra replied, giving me back control of our body.

I hummed quietly, still trying to understand what just happened. To come to terms with Shadra's viciousness and the reason behind that.

my Prince(ss) answered, although there was something I felt like she wasn't telling me. Something I suspect has to do with what she saw in the General's memories.