All's Fair...

Staring past her balcony and onto the moonlit Crystal Empire, Princess Cadance sighed. At a glance, everything was as it should be: her royal subjects were asleep in their bed, the weather was pleasant, and her kingdom was tranquil - alas, she was anything but at peace. As she turned and looked at her vacant bed, her thoughts darkened.

Shining had been gone for the better part of a week, and there’d been no word from him since. She’d dispatched a trio of platoons to her husband’s last known location, a remote area far to the north-west, although her search had come up empty-handed. For all intents and purposes, her betrothed had simply vanished.

While she hadn’t alerted her sister-in-law, Twilight Sparkle, on the matter, nor had she sent word to Princess Celestia or Princess Luna on the matter, that may change before long. The last thing she wanted to do was to cause a panic amongst the public, especially given how capable of a stallion Shining was, but she may be left with no choice. Trotting back to her bed, she eased herself down onto the side of the mattress.

Realistically, she knew she didn’t have much to worry about. In the past, there’d been times when Shining would take small sabbatical, going off to clear his head and slip from his official duties, yet such an instance hadn’t occurred since Flurry Heart had come into their lives. Burying her face in her hands, she shook her head.

Had she done something wrong? Was Shining upset with her? If he’d simply wanted some space, why hadn’t he simply told her so? She loved him more than anypony else in the world, excluding their wondrous daughter, and the notion of losing him was too terrifying to consider. Should the worst come to pass, and she was left to rule her kingdom and raise a foal by her lonesome, she didn’t know what she was going to do.

“Shining,” she softly lamented while casting her gaze to the window, “please come back.”

She closed her eyes and dwelled on him, mutely beseeching the heavens for his safe return, until a sound crept to her ear. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to hear movement within the castle, what with the routine patrol of guards or staff scurrying about to attend to their duties, although this was different. Listing to the noise of footfalls approaching her door from the hallway beyond, she glanced over at her vanity.

Given the late hour, she was not prepared for visitors. A sheer nightie hung loosely over her frame, doing nothing to conceal her bare bosoms or panties hugging her nethers, and her crown rested on the nightstand - all in all, anypony who was bold enough to step in uninvited would get a very compromising look of their Princess. She bolted to her feet and hurried to the exit, if only out of an abundance of caution, and waited. After a tense moment, somepony, though she couldn’t fathom whom, came to a stop just outside.

“Yes?” she called out expectantly. Holding her breath and waiting for a reply, she knit her brow. “Unless this is important, I’d rather wait until -”

Before she could finish speaking, the door swung open and pushed her back. She clenched her fists as her temper flared, in no mood to deal with anypony who couldn’t at least be polite enough to announce themselves, yet her ire died when she saw her unwanted intruder. With a cape draped over his shoulders, the Prince - her Prince, smiled fondly upon her.

“Shining!” she bleated, throwing herself upon him. “I was s…so worried!”

The immeasurable relief and elation upon knowing he was safe filled her with joy, yet it was tainted. Pushing herself away from him, having just embraced him, she forced herself to scowl. The days were gone when he could do as he pleased, now that he had a family, and she couldn’t let him think otherwise.

“Shining, what in the world were…” she trailed off as her eyes swept over him.

He was very much the stallion she’d fallen in love with, yet he appeared different. His chest and shoulders were broader, the muscles about his limbs thicker, and he somehow, as inexplicable as it was, looked taller than he had before. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Where had he gotten his attire, an outfit she’d never seen before, from? What was going on? Regardless of the questions assailing her, he gave her no time to consider the matter.

Closing the small gap between them, he slipped an arm behind her, tipped her back, and shot forward. His breath washed over her face while his soft, warm lips locked with hers. She wanted to be upset, to berate him for the worry he’d unduly caused, but the raw passion of his kiss was too powerful to be denied.

In a heartbeat, she caved under the pressure of his love. Her tongue slipped into his muzzle, she pawed at his back, and softly groaned while they made out. Like many times before, and many times yet to come, he’d succinctly defused the situation with his affection.

He quickly relented, righted her, and stepped back. “I missed you too…”

At a loss, unsure if she should chastise or console him, she studied him. He really was bigger than before, but that wasn’t the strangest thing in the world. Since magic was capable of altering one’s figure, and because potions could effectively do the same, his newfound look was easily explainable - still, why he’d changed his look was a total mystery.

“Maybe I can make it up to you?” he inquired with the faintest trace of a grin on his muzzle.

Cadance’s marehood seized, and her hair stood on end, hearing him speak. Of course, now it made sense! He understood he’d messed up by making her fret over nothing, and this was his way to atone for it. Trying and failing not to grin like an excited schoolfilly, she folded her arms and snickered.

He chuckled as he unclasped his cape and tossed it aside. She adored him for a multitude of reasons, chief amongst which being his caring demeanor and devotion, yet she wouldn’t deny she found him remarkably attractive. His snow-white coat, sapphire mane and tail, and turquoise eyes, paired with his adonic body and handsome face, were enough to make mares envious of her - she’d know, she’d caught several eyeing him from afar over the years.

As he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his rippling pecs and chiseled abs, her depths quivered with anticipation. He’d been a stunner before, but now - now his body was like that of a god. With her panties growing wetter by the second, she gnawed her lower lip and stifled an groan.

Stepping out of his pants, and leaving only his boxers remaining, he waved down at his groin. “Care to do the honors?”

There were times in life when actions spoke louder than words, and this was assuredly one of them. Strutting over and sinking to her knees, she hooked her thumbs over the waistband of his underwear. While she steadily drew his boxers down, unveiling the dark flesh of his girthy length, her suspicions were realized.

Every part of him had been changed - every single part. His stallionhood had always been impressive, both in its size and how it contrasted against his white fur, yet it was now positively monstrous. Hanging under its own weight, and growing thicker and longer by the second, his endowment was nearly - no, more than twice its original size.

“H…holy heck,” Cadance stammered. With a trembling hand, she lifted and gently squeezed his colossal length. “What have you been feeding this thing?”

He gave a small shrug and offered a hand in response. It was a cute reaction, something he typically did when he was flustered, and tickled her. Allowing him to help her up to her feet, she stood, brushed a lock of mane away from her face, and yelped when she was scooped up and thrown over his shoulder.

Crossing to the bed, he hurled her upon the mattress. If the impromptu kissing, strip-show, and enhanced features hadn’t been a sure sign that he wanted to make amends in a decidedly passionate way, snatching her up by the ankles, spreading her legs, and pulling her to the foot of the bed sure did. Collecting herself, she peered down through the valley of her breasts as he took a knee.

He brought his muzzle to her crotch, rested her legs over his shoulders, and began ravishing her without saying a word. The sensation of his tongue gliding between her lower lips was amazing, but he wasn’t done with her - not by a long shot. Igniting his horn and pinning her arms to the mattress, he fixated on her winking, engorged clit.

Squirming in place, with sparks sputtering from her horn, she gasped. Most of the time, even when they were both feeling particularly frisky, there was plenty of build-up, fondling, and teasing, although that wasn’t the case on this occasion. Skipping the formalities, he went for the throat like a love-struck animal.

Her eyes shot open as a warmth shrouded her bust. The familiar sensation of magic intensified as her nipples were twisted and tugged by his aura. Sweet Celestia - she would have been happy with simply getting some cuddles, but she wasn’t about to stop him. Wading through her bliss, she peeked over at the door and summoned her arcane might.

Seeing as how there were a small number of active ponies within the castle, between the handful of guards and staff, a bit of prudence was sorely due - as such, she locked the door and cast a shielding spell on the chamber. Nopony would be able to hear them, irrespective of how loud they became, and any intrusion would be all but impossible. Free to be as loud as she liked, and with the use of her lower-half still available to her, she locked her legs around the back of Shining’s head and squealed.

Between his delicate use of sorcery, outright zeal, and the way he’d passionately blindsided her, she skyrocketed towards release. With her heart thundering in her bosom, she willed herself to lift her head. The physical pleasure he delivered unto her was compounded by the sight of him eating her out.

He met her gaze and parted from her sopping wet loins. “Getting close?”

“Uh…uh-huh,” she breathed.

Keeping his arcane hold on her, he got up and returned to his discarded clothing. It was infuriating to be brought to the brink only for him to stop, although she wasn’t as bothered as most mares would have been. She knew him well, having slept with him more times than she could ever count, and he wasn’t finished with her.

Sure enough, after fishing around in his pants pocket, he straightened and strolled to the bedside. He’d fetched something, something small enough to hide in his hand, but no clue as to what it could be. Turning her eyes to his closed fist, she smirked when she saw him lift a silvery band between his forefinger and thumb.

She didn’t resist as he slipped the innocuous piece of jewelry onto her horn. One moment, she could feel her nigh unfathomable sorcerous power coursing through her - the next, it was simply gone. Negation rings were usually used solely on prisoners to prevent them from using their magic, although they had other applications as well. While not spoken of openly, such artifacts could be utilized in more domineering and taboo ways - ways which she and Shining practiced periodically.

Sitting down beside her, he extended a hand to her nethers and caressed her clit. “You like it?”

“Y…yeah,” she squeaked. “J…just don’t -”

“Exquisite work, Shiny,” a wholly unfamiliar voice coldly intoned. “I never doubted you for a moment.”

Cadance went rigid as she looked over and saw a silhouette emerge from the shadows gathered in the far corner of her room. She and Shining weren’t alone, yet the shock of comprehending that alone was eclipsed by whom had interrupted them. Though her figure was foreign, the aura of menace, fanged grin, and crimson, cat-like eyes told her exactly who she was looking at.

“What’s wrong, Cadance?” Sombra giggled. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Too stunned to make a sound, Cadance sneered. King Sombra had, for whatever reason, taken great liberties with himself in his absence. Clad in nothing more than a cape, the once-stallion unabashedly strutted across the chamber. The sheer absurdity of seeing the formerly imposing tyrant parading about like a common whore tinged her dismay with amusement.

Nodding over at the busty, nearly nude mare, Cadance snorted. “Have an identity crisis?”

“More like a revelation,” Sombra serenely responded. “I must say, had I known being a Queen would be as amusing as it is, I would have done so ages ago.”

“Queen of the sluts, maybe,” Cadance countered.

As if stricken, Sombra held a hand to her monumental bust. “I’m not a slut at all - in fact, I’m quite a faithful and dedicated mare ~ isn’t that right, Shiny?”

Silently getting up and walking over to Sombra, he stepped to her side. “Of course, my Queen.”

Cadance felt herself go pale. It wasn’t until that moment, seeing and hearing her husband speaking to the evildoer, that all the pieces fell into place. Shining’s body, way he’d tenaciously come onto her, the negation ring - it was all a trap, and she’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Struggling against her ethereal bonds, she gnashed her teeth.

Sombra dismissively waved a hand while clutching Shining’s stallionhood. “Don’t tucker yourself out, dearest. The night is young, and we’ve only just gotten started.”

“You’ll - Nnngh - screw you!” Cadance raged impotently.

Of all the sticky situations, both literal and figurative, she’d ever been in, this one may have taken the cake. She had no means to defend herself, the royal guard had no idea that anything was amiss, and no noise would escape her chamber - in short, she was in terrible danger. Throwing her head from side to side, she fruitlessly tried to dislodge the ring from her horn.

Her attempt to free herself wavered as a pair of slender fingers walked up her inner thigh and to her marehood. “Don’t touch me!”

“Given how wet you are, I would have assumed you’d like to get some relief - then again, nothing can compare to my Shiny,” Sombra pouted.

“He’s not your anything!” Cadance barked.

Sombra rose to her full, incredible height and motioned Shining to her side. “You’re right, he’s actually my everything.”

Turning her gaze up to Shining’s face, Cadance hoped - prayed she’d see defiance in his eyes. The look on his face was soul-crushing; instead of having a vacant, mindless expression, the sort of thing somepony who’d been enthralled would have, he seemed happy. Her fury burned white hot, brighter and more terrible than it ever had, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.

“Ah - you noticed,” Sombra purred. Slipping around to Shining’s back, she ran her hands around his chest and hip. “It was another advantageous decision on my part. All I did was tip the scales in that pretty little head of his by giving him what he wanted - me.”

“Liar!” Cadance snapped.

Sombra continued nonchalantly groping Shining while peering over his shoulder at her. “Far from it. Shining yearned to have a fruitful, powerful mare, and he received it, just as he pined to sire an heir.”

“He has an heir, her name is Flurry,” Cadance spat.

“A son is not the same as a daughter - besides, little Flurry will surely follow in my footsteps,” Sombra cooed. “And if our foal happens to be a filly - well, I’m sure one of our offspring will be a colt…”

The implications of Sombra’s statement struck Cadance like a gong. There was no way Sombra could be serious ~ could she? Shining didn’t actually want some fat-titted, oversized, narcissistic sow as a lover ~ did he? As the mismatched pair looked to one another and began to kiss, her heart sank.

“He’s so romantic,” Sombra noted as she pulled away and pecked his cheek. “I could go on and on about how wondrous he is, although you’re well aware of all that.”

“Go to Tartarus,” Cadance seethed.

“Been there, done that,” Sombra chirped. “Did you like my improvements?”

Watching Sombra lean forward to grope Shining’s balls, Cadance bared her teeth. “You’re not going to get away with this…”

“Yet,” Sombra corrected. “I’m not going to get away with it yet, although that won’t be the case once the sun has risen. After tonight, you’ll be overjoyed to serve me in any way I imagine, and I have quite the vivid imagination.”

“You do,” Shining affirmed while kissing his way up her shoulder.

“Shining, stop,” Sombra tittered, “you’ll make her more jealous than she already is.”

Cadance pursed her lips and refused to take the bait. This was a trick, it had to be, and she would find a way to put the depraved mare in her place sooner or later - preferably the former. Staying quiet, she leered at the pair as they locked lips.

Sombra gently pushed Shining away, shifted on her heel, and sauntered to Cadance’s side. “Where are my manors? Allow me to indulge my gracious host…”

Despite her thrashing, Cadance’s head was turned to face Sombra. “I told you, don’t touch - Mmmph?!?”

Sombra struck like a striking serpent, bending over and kissing her with startling speed. Stars danced before her eyes, she went motionless, and she stiffened as a wave of euphoria washed over her. Her title as the Princess of Love wasn’t some hollow moniker, she had a preternatural sense for all things passionate, yet the pure desire that shot through her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Pulling back and licking her lips, Sombra grinned. “Shiny, love, be a darling and turn her around for me.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Shining muttered. Taking Cadance by one ankle, he spun her in place and brought her head to hand over the end of the mattress. “Like this?”

“Excellent work - oh and be sure to reinforce her restraints,” Sombra added. “We wouldn’t want her getting away from our little show ~ would we?”

Cadance’s defiance waned as Shining stepped over her head. The shockwave of pleasure she’d just endured left her shaken. There was a fine line between love and lust, with the two being intrinsically linked in a way, and she was left questioning a great many things. Shaken from her thoughts as a pair of gargantuan balls came to rest on her face, she growled.

Her higher functions told her to be incensed, but her body sang a different song entirely. Her nipples were rock-hard, her marehood wouldn’t stop winking, and the sheets beneath her backside were growing damp with her arousal. Dire circumstances notwithstanding, she was sure of one thing - she was definitely turned on.

“Isn’t it glorious,” Sombra sighed while Shining dragged his behemoth cock over Cadance’s cheek. “Big enough to ruin any mare and leave them begging for more, but I digress…”

Shining backed away while Sombra climbed atop the bed. It took Cadance a moment to figure out what they were up to, although it finally hit her when the bimbofied baddie swung a leg over her head. Even a sexual novice would be able to figure out what was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Sombra lurched forward onto all fours and swung her hips from side to side. “How’s the view? Please tell me if you’d like me to adjust, because it’ll be much harder to move after he impales me on that fat bitch-breaker I gave him.”

Feeling something patter against her brow, Cadance looked upward. Sombra’s meaty cunt drooled overhead, cementing her fears, while Shining wasted no time and stepped in to kiss his cock-head to the nefarious Queen’s entrance. Though she felt obligated to look away, another, far more unsettling urge clawed at her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Sombra moaned as she was penetrated. “He’s so huge. I - Nnnnnf - may have been a bit overzealous with his endowment…”

Cadance didn’t consider herself a prudish mare by any means, having both seen and experimented with all manner of amorous pursuits, yet the obscenity playing out above her rendered her speechless. Enrapt by the sight, she inhaled through her sinuses and drew in the balmy, mingled scent of Shining and Sombra’s musk.

Shifting her weight onto one arm, Sombra brought a hand to Cadance’s loins. “Allow me to help…”

Cadance’s startled gasp blossomed into a guttural groan as her clit was deftly stroked. It was torture of the most sinful type, and wrought havoc upon her mind. Indignation and wrath were choked out by perversions she’d know she had, while her guttural voice joined the symphony of grunts and mewling ringing in her ears.

Each of Shining’s thrusts sent his pendulous balls slapping against her face, Sombra’s udder-like tits sat and wobbled heavily against her thighs, and the heady bouquet of passion clung to her sinuses; it was a taste of heaven and hell that devastated her on a fundamental level. Bucking her hips, she fought against the tide of her lecherous wants.

Shining and Sombra’s zeal gradually mounted, although their fervor came at a cost. Writhing atop the bed, Cadance whined when the delicate fingers drifted away from her needy marehood. It wasn’t like she’d had any intention of getting off while she was being cheated on, although the bliss which had suddenly stopped had been some concession.

“Now?” Shining huffed.

Falling onto her bust, Sombra threw her ass back to meet Shining’s plunges. “Go ahead, I’m sure she’ll love it.”

The faint sound of magic was the only warning Cadance had before she was drowned in inconceivable rapture. She didn’t just sympathize with Sombra, understanding how phenomenal a lover Shining was, she experienced the rutting herself. She could feel her husband’s colossal stallionhood pounding into her, ravaging her and testing the limits of her depths, and it drove her to the brink of an orgasm within mere seconds.

Teetering on the cusp of a blissful oblivion, she howled out. Moments passed, Sombra and Shining showed no signs of easing up, and yet she wouldn’t - couldn’t cum. The development was excruciating to the point of lunacy. As Sombra’s cruel laughter filled the air, her mouth went dry.

“Perhaps if you assist my lover and I, I’ll allow you to climax…” Sombra hummed.

It dawned on Cadance how screwed she really was, that Sombra had not only wooed her husband away from her but held control over if she was able to experience orgasmic release, yet her horror was superseded by a maddening need to submit. Torn between her impulses and better judgment, she licked a drop of marish nectar from her lips.

Sombra slammed herself rearward, hilted herself on Shining’s immense cock, and shrieked passionately. Torrents of climactic juices spurted from her stuffed, quivering cunt while her thighs quaked and piercing wail echoed throughout the chamber. The display taking place inches from her snout begged for her inclusion, and she could scarcely hold herself back from partaking.

Frustrating didn’t even begin to describe how pent-up she felt. Her husband had been stolen from her, the ominous threat of losing her kingdom hung overhead, and she was deprived of any satisfaction whatsoever - that was unless she surrendered. As her tongue crept past her lips, the decision was made.

Craning her neck as far as she could, she feverishly lapped at Shining’s pistoning shaft and Sombra’s clit. Her resignation was nearly as sweet as the cocktail of pre-cum and nectar flowing over her taste buds and down her gullet. She’d willingly lost, cravenly giving in to her degenerate wants, and she would earn what she so desperately craved.

Though it was the first time she’d ever done anything sexual with a mare, the experience was anything but unpleasant. The exotic flavors on her palate, the scent clogging her nostrils, and how Shining’s balls rhythmically beat against her face were decadently debauched, and they were made all the more hedonistic from her abhorrent position. The stallion she cherished more than any other had been taken from her by one of the most vile creatures she’d ever had the displeasure of meeting, yet her only concerns revolved around her gratification.

Maybe she’d always been like this, harboring some latent masochistic tendencies that had never been given the opportunity to manifest, or perhaps she’d been corrupted by Sombra’s wicked influence - in either case, her thoughts were singular. Her family, her kingdom, her very child - none of them meant anything anymore. Like somepony dying of thirst, there was nothing she would do or give to sate herself.

Her desperate actions and capitulation brought untold joy to both Sombra and Shining. The duo became louder, screaming and snarling respectively, while fucking like savages. The most mortifying part of the exchange wasn’t that Cadance had joined them - far from it, it was that she basked in their affection for one another.

As Shining’s jackhammering lost all rhythm, devolving into erratic, manic thrusts, Cadance braced herself. She’d been with him for long enough to recognize the signs, being able to read him like a book, and she knew he was at his limit. Spontaneously shifting gears and tilting her head back, she lavished his nuts while they drew taut to his groin.

In perfect tandem, with their senses interlinked, Sombra and Cadance cried out as Shining hilted and came. From an outsider’s perspective, the spectacle would have been as provocative as it was heart-wrenching. The trio came nearly in unison, creating a cacophony, while making a grand mess of the bed and themselves.

On the off chance that Sombra wasn’t knocked up beforehand, the abundant amount of seed being pumped into her would ensure she would be afterward. Though Cadance couldn’t see it clearly, blinded by Shining’s hefty coin purse, she could feel the Queen’s abdomen swelling from the inordinate influx of foal-batter. While she lay limp and virtually lifeless, she grappled with everything that had just transpired.

Cadance had no words for the ordeal she’d endured. The shame, guilt, and self-pity she felt somehow went hand in hand with the joy, elation, and euphoria filling her mind. While she was keen enough to understand what she’d done, and that both her peers and her empire would be revolted by her, she was unable to wipe a foolish, euphoric grin from her muzzle.

“Am I not a generous Queen?” Sombra whispered.

Nodding slowly, Cadance watched as Shining’s stallionhood started to soften. “Y…yes.”

“Good mare,” Sombra snickered. “Now then, be a good filly and clean me up.”

The request was immediately followed by Shining backing up and hauling his length free. With a nearly imperceptible Pop, the bloated tip of his shaft sprang from Sombra’s battered cunt and allowed a river of thick foal-batter to cascade onto Cadance’s face. The disgraceful finishing touch was a perfectly reprehensible conclusion for the tryst, and nopony involved objected in the slightest.

Cadance couldn’t say when Shining had relinquished his sorcerous hold of her, although she found herself fiercely grabbing Sombra’s hips while burying her snout in the cruel mare’s gaped, cum-weeping pussy. The taste of Shining’s seed was as exquisite as it had ever been, and the sharp tang of her Queen’s essence made it downright ambrosial.

Shakily shuffling forward and rolling onto her back, Sombra spread her legs and beckoned. “You may continue, pet.”

“T…thank you,” Cadance murmured, feeling thankful for the honor.

“And I thought you’d prove more challenging than your husband - excuse me, former husband,” Sombra clucked. “No matter - I’ll ensure Flurry isn’t as pathetic as her mother.”

Once again, Cadance was hit with a wave of gratitude. “Thank you…”

As she smirked down at Cadance, Sombra’s eyes flashed with umbral light. “Shining?”

“Yes, my Queen?” Shining dutifully responded.

“Go and fetch me the finest members of the royal guard, but make yourself presentable first,” Sombra glibly ordered while Cadance remained between her thighs. “Our kingdom will need the finest soldiers imaginable. While Cadance is hardly fitting to produce royalty of any sort, any half-blooded alicorns she births will make fine members of our army ~ don’t you agree?”

“Of course, but…” Shining began before going quiet.

Cadance paused and glanced upward, astonished that Shining would dare question Sombra. She wanted to intervene, although it wasn’t her place. Her instincts commanded her to stay silent and only speak when spoken to, so she lazily swallowed mouthful after mouthful of spunk and mareish juices.

Peaking a brow, Sombra stared over at him. “But…?”

“It would be prudent to wait, my Queen. At such a late hour, cherry picking guards from the barracks would raise questions and attract unwanted attention,” Shining observed. “If it’s your intention to turn Cadance into our - your broodmare, a bit of preparation and planning would be wise.”

Sombra giggled then burst into laughter. “Handsome, well-hung, and shrewd - Shining, you truly are a catch. Cadance, for all your shortcomings, I’ll give credit where credit is due - you have fine tastes in stallions.”

“Thank you, my - Glk?!?” Cadance croaked as Sombra leg-locked her head.

“I didn’t say stop, my pet,” Sombra tutted. “Shiny, come over here and let mommy suck your cock before we shower.”

Like a well-trained puppy, Shining did as he’d been instructed. As he crawled onto the mattress and presented his titanic, slickened cock to his lover, a contented groan escaped the deposed Princess. This was the natural order of things, the strongest and most capable seeing to a new generation, and Cadance’s one regret was that it hadn’t happened sooner.

There would most assuredly be resistance to the changes that would take place within the Crystal Empire, although she’d do everything in her power to ensure the transition went smoothly and without conflict. She still cared for everypony, her subjects and fellow alicorns alike, and she was confident that they’d all accept Sombra in time - yes, it would take effort and patience, but it was hardly an impossibility. As she dwelled on all the magnificent little bastards she’d eventually have, churning out foals like a machine, she was denied another climax that would only come when her Queen allowed it…