As her dress fell onto the blood red grass, Twilight felt strange. Sombra was watching her undress with a hungry glint in his eyes. He’d done that before, wordlessly taunting her in her tower, and it had always disgusted her. Right now his lecherous gaze made her shudder in a not entirely uncomfortable way, and that disgusted her even more.

The night stars sat in the sky, unable and unwilling to descend on the madness that surrounded Twilight. Everything had been covered in blood. At the back of her mind she had a nagging worry, “Should we clean up, first?”

Sombra’s smile was wicked. “Not at all. You’re beautiful covered in my magic and blood.”

She looked past him, eyeing the statues. Of course he’d want to do this here and now. This was the site of his victory, and Twilight was another conquest. Just another mare for him to debase. The blood and the grass wouldn’t bother him, and the stony stares of Celestia and Luna surely excited him. This would be her first time, but for him it was just another day of endless debauchery. She didn’t care, of course. Emotionally she was empty, only the softly burning rage still flickered behind her heart.

He stepped forward, whispering into her ear, “You’ll be a perfect queen.”

She stuck her nose in his mane, drawing a deep breath. He’d always smelled smokey before, but now she could taste the magic in the air. He was like an ember, always burning with dark and hungry emotions that fueled his magic. She took another breath, letting the dry, crackling magic soak into her lungs.

How had she never noticed before?

His hoof was heavy as he pushed it down her back. He didn’t wait, and he wasn’t tender. He grabbed the base of her dock, and pulled it painfully to the side, forcing her to flag her tail. The pain bit sharply, but her dock stayed bent to the side without any thought. He’d put her on display, and apparently her body liked it.

She mumbled into his hair, complaining as tried to breathe in more of his crackling magic, “Are you really such an ignoble creature?”

He pulled her back, looking into her eyes with his as he spoke. “I am, Princess. You are, too. If you happen to have forgotten that, allow me to remind you.”

His kiss caused her to shiver. He still tasted of iron as he slipped between her lips, forcing her mouth open with his own. Twilight had never been kissed like this before, and she wasn’t sure what to do. She wanted to bite him, but the tingling sensation from his tongue was electric in a different way, and the scent of his burning magic now filled her senses.

It was all about him. He pressed into her. He forced her mouth open. His tongue invaded her. His magic pulled her mane back, slinging the blood soaked mess over her neck. His eyes bored into her. Everything was about him.

Twilight growled in the back of her throat and pressed forward. This was going to be her first time, so she was going to get something out of it. Her tongue slipped past his lips, and her hoof slipped over his head, pulling him into her. She breathed into him, filling him with herself.

Her humiliation was momentarily forgotten as she focused on the little victories. She couldn’t stop him, but she could control some of their interaction. She suckled on his tongue, meeting his gaze even as the tingling sparks from his magic arched down her spine.

She pushed him back, ending the kiss by grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head out of hers. He smirked, finding it amusing as she tried to keep herself from gagging at the realization of what had just happened. His tongue had been in the back of her throat. He’d been inside of her body, and she’d tasted his spit—it wasn’t as foul as she’d hoped.

Sombra’s smirk was maddening as he spoke. “I think I’m going to enjoy you.”

“Shut up.” She leaned in and kissed him again. This time she pushed him backwards with her intensity, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise. The kiss hurt from how hard she was pressing, and a tingle in the back of her brain let her know that this was the right way. It should hurt when she was with Sombra.

She needed to remember that he was a monster, and a little pain was a small price to pay to keep what was left of her determination and focus. If he had been gentle, if he had taken her comfortably in a silk bed while whispering loving words into her ear and gently nibbling as his large coal black body covered her like a smokey blanket…

Twilight shuddered, horrified at how much that thought had warmed her. No, this bloody field was where the act should happen. It needed to be violent and horrible. It needed to be monstrous. She needed it to temper her, not break her.

This time as he curiously pulled back she was breathing heavy and angry. What would have been hot tears were just smoke, billowing out of her eyes. She grabbed him, wrapping her hooves around and pulling him with her to the ground.

Sombra was strong enough that he could have fought her, letting her slide shamefully into the bloodied grass on her own while he watched, but he didn’t. He went with her, almost diving into her as they fell.

She found herself on her back, breathing heavily and angrily glaring at Sombra as he settled over her belly. He was sneering. “This is hardly befitting of royalty.”

“It’s befitting of us.” Twilight barely recognized her own voice. She sounded cruel.

Sombra laughed, then buried himself in another kiss with her. His weight on her body and tongue down her throat was suffocating, and she found herself breathing his heady smoke. Her lungs filled with the caustic, burning magic as it seeped into her and saturated her insides. Her hooves found themselves around Sombra’s back, tightly pulling him into her.

She squeezed harder, mashing her mouth almost violently into his as she used her earth pony strength to try to snap him in half.

His spine was like steel, hard and unyielding as he slammed his hoof next to her head and pulled out of the kiss. She watched the smoke rise from his smoldering hoof as he snuffed the life out of the grass next to them.

Sombra licked his lips with a wicked smile. “You only get one wish tonight, Twilight. Though, next hearts and hooves day is only a year away…”

Twilight relaxed her death grip and instead felt the muscles down his rippling back. “And what will the next price be, my king? What will it cost me to snap your spine? I’ve already promised you marriage, and you already have my kingdom.”

He blew into her face, filling her with the tingling black smoke, and her heart raced. She wanted nothing more to crack him open for what he was doing to her. He was the reason she felt like this, and that made him all the more a monster.

Sombra’s smile grew malicious. “Perhaps… a foal.”

Twilight snorted in frustration as she pawed at his hard shoulders. “I’m not feeling very motherly right now, Sombra.”

He leaned down and gently kissed her this time, only softly nibbling her lips for a moment before he slipped past her mouth and next to her ear, “Of course. That’s why it’s the price for a wish. We’ll discuss it later. For now, let’s practice. I know the ground isn’t fertile, but I still intend to plant my seed.”

She growled, frustrated that now he was comparing her to dirt. She had much preferred the book metaphor. It didn’t really matter, she decided. Twilight twisted her head to the side to look away from him, studying the blood in the grass as it seemed to crawl up the statues. Earlier it had just been up to their feet, now it covered their knees. How much had she been stained by the blood, rolling around in the thick of it? The blood certainly soaked the ground beneath the grass’s roots.

Maybe dirt was a more apt metaphor than she’d originally considered.

“Plant away.” Her invite was crass and simple, and her voice was emotionless. Hardly the romantic line she’d imagined using to woo a potential suitor decades ago. Once she’d ascended, she’d dropped the idea of proper romance altogether. Nopony had been her equal, and the other princesses hadn’t seemed appropriate paramours. Of course, none of that mattered. She was hardly Sombra’s equal now, but he didn’t have the same misgivings about abusing her power that she’d had.

Obviously she’d been wrong. Had she been as ethically empty as Sombra, then perhaps she wouldn’t be so burdened by this simple task. She’d easily have had a parade of handsome stallions and pretty mares to suit her fancy. Then Sombra’s little game wouldn’t have gone on for over ten years. Her ponies wouldn’t have suffered.

Maybe he would have even turned her blissfully into stone once he realized she wasn’t the tantalizing challenge of a pure princess. Angrily she glared at her sister in law. It had worked for Cadance.

Sombra grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. “Now, now, my soon to be queen. You can rage at the others later. Right now you should be angry at me…”

His red and green eyes were almost pretty. She felt something pressing around between her legs, but she ignored it. Instead she glared at him, squinting as she focused on his eyes, “I understand your cruelty, but why this?” She gestured down the both of their bodies with her wings. “Why the perversion of what should be a loving act?”

Even if she had abused her station to bed pony after pony, she would have done it with affection at the bare minimum. Maybe even love, at least similar to what one would feel with a pet. Certainly not with the roiling hate that she felt in her veins right now, or the gross desire to shatter something. Her eyes flicked to Cadence, but resettled on Sombra. This was his fault. She needed to remember that above all else. No matter how hard or how far she fell, it was his fault.

Sombra licked her neck possessively, the spit burning warmly with his magic. He sighed, contentedly as he spoke. “Sex is a tool just like anything else, Twilight. Whether used for affection, hate, or a little of both, it’s simply another tool for me to use. I used it to tame your friends, each in their own way, and now I’m using it on you.”

“I don’t feel particularly tamed. If anything, I feel like a pet that’s been… unleashed.” She stared blankly past him to the night sky, wondering what she felt. It seemed like nothing, but the fury was still there. The world felt more clear, and the colors were sharper even if they were tinted red. An hour ago she’d been crippled with fear and regret, now she only had hate. Unlike her fear, her hate was a real motivator. Nothing seemed impossible if it meant she could hurt him.

He leaned upwards, holding her head firmly to face his with his hoof. It hurt where he grabbed her. His eyes were strange, and emotion she didn’t recognize briefly flitted across them as he spoke in an uncharacteristically soft tone, “I never intended to tame you.”

She glared at him as her legs quivered. Something about the timbre in his voice made her feel weak. Her heart beat furiously as he gently rocked his hips forward. She felt him press against her, and she wondered why she was so eager for this. Why her tail was still flicked to the side and her thighs were wet. Had he cursed her some how?

She had used to think that was impossible. But now with her horn covered in glittering black magic and her body shaking like a leaf, she was hard pressed to deny the possibility. Twilight growled as her legs forced themselves wider, unbidden from her mind.

“Then what did you intend to do to me, tonight, Sombra?”

His lips pressed tight in concentration as he silently pushed forward. Her lower lips spread wide, and he sunk into her.

Twilight studied his face as the world seemed to fade out. It was such a simple act. A base, natural thing that every single one of her ancestors since the dawn of time had done. And yet, it hurt.

Sombra didn’t look happy as he raped her. There was no grinning, no sneering, no taunting. Even his breathing was measured and tempered. Just a cold, focused glare while he methodically fucked her.

For a horrifying moment, Twilight empathized with him.

The silent statues watched as the last Princess of Equestria became Sombra’s bride in all but name, and the blood soaked into the land. While the statues would eventually be wiped clean, there would always be a patch of dead grass tinted red where it would never grow back. If one looked at the patch they could make out four splayed legs, two spread wings, and a head with a horn.

While the castle was open for visitors, the courtyard especially, there was one day a year where nopony was allowed in. On Hearts and Hooves day, the King and Queen celebrated their love. The morning after, the statues would need to be cleaned before the guests could arrive and the patch would be a deeper shade of red.

Over the years, the patch grew to be considered a symbol of love. Only the King, the Queen, and the statues knew the truth.

Author's Note

I have a few more chapters actually written, and an actual story to go with this. Should I continue it? The "end" here is more of a beginning. The other chapters might have "hot" porn, even if the content is intentionally vile. I didn't want the first section here to be hot though, so it's kinda weird and gross. Sorry about that. It was a conscious decision, but probably not a good one.

Happy Hearts and Hooves day!

(Ultimately I just wanted to write a hearts and hooves day story where Twilight smashes Sombra's heart with her hoof. Is that too much to ask?)